MY STREET E

This ain't no game, nigga, my finger's on the Trigger. I take it to my fuckin' head if It means you'll never breathe. You think you're Chill, bitch, well man, I got your bitch. And I had to plant trees, and now it's Time to rich. I got the ghost like a Hungry three-hit ho. I'm 'bout to switch your weapon, now niggas get Froze. I'm comin' through, I'm the club goin' "Fuck You!" And when I'm inside the club, I might Stomp You. We done cut the snake off all the cameras And then I spoke the same. Niggas get jakes 'cause they lookin' at me like they mean. We done cut the snake off all the cameras And then I spoke The Same. Niggas get jakes 'cause they lookin' at me Like they mean.