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 usedTo get the gas from street,He was born a country-boy,Nigger, just like me.Tilt blessed him with a chance,But he survived these streets.Niggers hate everyday,That's the way the game goes.Gotta keep some shooters with meWhen I ride this show.You not safe in the club,You know money, it talks.And for the right priceYour partner knock you out!No new friends, no new friendsCatch us no other man.No *****es neither,They'll tell 'em you went for 'em bad.New hunters, old hunters,I got free that.Slow money, fast money,***** it, make it ...Yeah, these streets ain't safe.I'm the one should tell you.I'm from the street, nigger,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 plusA lot of niggers plotting on me.Ogb, that's my nigger, 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 nigger!
