Fools From The Streets Lyrics

Fools From The Streets lyrics

f/ The Luniz







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(Verse 1: Numskull)



I'ma hustla to the heart, pardon me dolly



I mastered the dice large, and even three card molly



Slappin bozo nigga's for twenty bucks a rock



Plus I slang mad rocks on the spot, FUCK THE COPS



Now I'm on the ball, cause it's all good in the hood



I'm glad as fuck, dropped outta school because I hate math and stuff



Lay low, runnin off my pager, can't press my luck



STINGY AS FUCK, wit my bucks like Scrooge McDuck



NOBODY COULD, stop the operation stackola



Get back roller, you can't fuck wit this crackola



Because I got the carribean, plates just like a nubian



Happy so the five-0 won't jack me



Fuck the jail shit, it's corny



BITCHES KNOW I'm HORNY



The nigga's that I hang wit got crew cause life is corny



We precieve the gat to the end so that you know



Shit I pull more bitches then menaudo



Let me quit, the nigga's on the spot wanna take me out



DRIVE BY MS.DAISY, to raise me, and take me plot



I got ya duckem, don't slip for nobody(fuck em!)



Schemes gettin thought up, I'm never gettin caught up



Keepin my pockets so fat, swift on my feet



Sayin I'm out to the fools that's on my street







(Verse 2: Yukmouth)



Well it's the CRAP SHOOTER



Love to hit the fat buddah sack, and you know that



My crew comes together like ?????



Raised in the ghetto's of OAKLAND



Had dope in my pocket, servin knocks in the open



Walked close, and door close when I was on the night shift



Got a few indictments, day to day excitements out my life quift



Rollin in my cousins big K-5



Holy moly, I stay high by drinkin 40's



Had roly poly dice in my pocket for the school house crap game



I had a DANGLE ROLL, sometimes I wanna STRANGLE HO'S



But I scoop em like a spoon full of cereal



Never ate a trick cause that's for kids duke you hear me though



But rigger though, never was rigor-mortis so face it



Pocket's on fat like a Jenny Craig patient, IT AIN'T SHIT



But a come up, when I roll up on they knock



Fuck pops, I gotta have my props



I'm runnin shit like FLO JO



Never fucked a HOBO



But I got my DICK SUCKED



Now she's got the HICCUPS



I wakes up, move a ???head if ya dangle



I'm down, you'll fuck around and get ya neck strangled



To swing a sell, and chop rocks to the whole dim sprayer



Cause what I got will make ya sing a song like the Gap band



Likes ta DANGLE MUTHAFUCKA'S OUT THEY CASH LIKE A SHISTA







(Verse 3: Dru Down)



Well I'm the sickest, wickedst nigga you'd wanna be



A damn fool from the streets, killin enemies



And as I'm sleepin in my street I'm havin nightmares



I'm FULLY PREPARED, AND FULLY AWARED



And strapped wit the armorgauge



And as a nigga wakes up, I'm havin thoughts of a murder scene



Robbery, OOHHH, I had to hit the streets



FEELIN, FEELIN, I like the fuckin smell of some flesh



KILLIN, KILLIN, I like to put a whole lot in yo chest



A maniac, runnin down the streets in the ghetto



I see a limo, a white man in tuxedo



Tryna be slick, BUT HE'S A TASK



Knowin damn well he wouldn't catch me, I'm too fast



Cause I will bust a gauge or two, 



'Rupt the fuckin living rooms



And If I had to getway, I'll find another place to stay



Cause I'ma slick, quick nigga you can't fuck wit



A brotha from the gutter doin dirt, AND I LOVE IT



Afterwards, I'm chokin like a damn fool



Smokin on the blunt, a yabba, dabba, fuckin do



Cause I'm luni like the luni fuckin tunes



I need to go snatch a purse so I can rent a room



SOMEBODY JUMPIN OUT THE BUSHES WIT A STRAP Y'ALL



Checkin everything except the shit in yo drawers, y'all



I know ???? is sweepin nigga's off they feet



A murderize killer, sick fool from the street, yeah