Young Scooter - Letter 2 the streets lyrics

Life cray, that's how the streets is Let me go! Rest in peace to Doe B That's just sad to see I remember when he used To get the gas from street He was born a country-boy n***a, just like me Tilt blessed him with a chance But he survived these streets n******gs hate everyday That's the way the game goes Gotta keep some shooters with me When I ride this show You not safe in the club You know money, it talks And for the right price Your partner knock you out! No new friends, no new friends Catch us no other man No b**hes neither They'll tell 'em you went for 'em bad New hunters, old hunters I got free that Slow money, fast money f** it, make it... Yeah, these streets ain't safe I'm the one should tell you I'm from the street, n***a I know what's going on I mean, teaching's my life I don't see no other way Ride Through the town Sitting on the back seat Smoking not a pile, real Kelly, O. G I'm just thinking 'bout Pimp's next court day, next week My son asked me, daddy Why you not been asleep all week? I'm money thinking plus A lot of n******gs plotting on me Ogb, that's my n***a, I know he watching on me Bmg, that's my company, I'mma die by that I put my life on the line Gotta take that chance I gotta do it for the streets! I'm the voice of the streets! You broke, you listen to me! Rest in peace to Doe B! R.I.P. To Ogb! Rest in peace to every street n***a!