Krayzie Bone F- Niko Street People Lyrics

Street People Lyrics

(Krayzie)

 Dedicate this to all the niggas on the streets

 Niggas in the hood strugglin

 Doin what the fuck they gotta do to make their money

 And all the thugs, the hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pimps

 Let's roll, let's roll

 (Ghetto love, ghetto love I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love)

 

 (Krayzie) x2

 Street people

 (People)

 All my people be them niggas with an attitude

 (We're ready for war)

 The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do

 (Do what you gotta do)

 

 (Krayzie)

 I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood

 (Where they at?  Where they at?  Where they at?)

 Keepin it real on the street

 Niggas they practice what they preach, stayin true until they D-I-E

 Niggas still strong

 We keep on bailin through the stress

 and all the rest of the shit that's goin on

 Speakin of violence, I see, you got to keep a pistol

 Cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon be got, they out to pinch ya 

 Bullshit you not--killin' because of the pump

 And it drives us to the point of no return

 Especially when you're gone off of the sherm

 You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin

 While you walkin, he on sixteen switches

 Ain't that a bitch? But that's life

 This shit ain't nothin' nice, and he'll take yours if his ain't right

 And I can't stop 'em or knock 'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though

 Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent or you will die"

 So (so, so), choose one (just one)

 Either repent and get saved

 Or put some food on your table for now

 

 (Chorus)x2

 Street people

 (People)

 All my people be them niggas with an attitude

 (We're ready for war)

 The street mentality

 It's do what you gotta do

 (Do what you gotta do)

 

 Krayzie & (Niko)

 I see my sisters out there hustlin, man (strugglin, man)

 Do what it takes, but that's the brakes, rustle up what you can

 Gotta feed your babies (babies, yeah)

 Handle yourself your own business

 don't wait on that nigga to get you nothin

 We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin

 (somethin, yeah) Take the welfare, fuck it!

 The system givin it to you, cause it's guilt on they conscience

 Don't let 'em fool you (don't let 'em fool you, no)

 Really ain't doin' a nigga any favors

 So come and get the paper, paper, before you die, die

 This verse is for my ghetto queens

 Tryin' to come up and get them better things

 particularly cheddar cheese

 Make that money (make that money)

 Work, work, work

 Whatever your occupation

 As long as you bringin home the bacon, bacon, bacon

 Don't let your enemy lock your mind, too

 And I hope y'all really been payin attention cause it's 1999, ohh

 (Ooh-ooh, yeah)

 Though people comin around, we gon' thug

 So where the thugs at?

 Gimme some of that ghetto love (ghetto love) 

 

 (Chorus)x2

 

 Krayzie & (Niko)

 Now if y'all feelin me

 let's get down and tear the roof off the mother

 Shoot the mmotherfuckers, I'm serious and mean business

 Ready to pump pump and ride, you with it?

 Come on, put it out there, pump, pump, pump police

 They treat us like animals - let's attack 'em like beasts

 But hold on 'fore you start fightin (hold on, hold on)

 Let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline

 (no more, no more) I'm really not trippin on this rappin no more

 Cause I know it won't last too much longer

 When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier (I told you)

 If I make it out of the game with all my sanity

 Get paid, fuck the fame, get out quickly, understand me?

 Cause at the rate I'm goin, pretty soon they'll try to ban me

 for killin these muthafuckas tryin to tamper with my family

 Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's tryin to jam me

 But I told them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly

 And this is my mentality for fuckin with the street life, street life

 (street life)

 

 (Chorus)x2

 

 (Niko)

 I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people

 Them niggas with an attitude

 Let's stop the killin, we're strugglin just like you to make a livin

 We're not pretendin, don't y'all remember?

 It ain't easy tryin to stay alive, some people out there smokin crack

 My people workin 9 to 5, just doin' it right

 Real strong

 Hold on

 cause it won't be long before the strugglin' days is long gone

 Hold on, be strong

 

 (Krayzie)x2

 Somebody better 'em we the T-H-U-G's

 real fuckin soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers

 We're T-H-U-G's

 real fuckin soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers

 (Get on up, get on up)