Street Shit

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, dedicated to the Dirty South Scarface in the motherfuckin' house (Houston, Dallas, Alabama, Mississippi, Georgia) Rap-a-Lot, Def Jam South, doin' it for the homie Greg Street (Miami, Florida, Oklahoma) Represent the dirty, Dirty Third (Kansas City, the Dirty Third, El Paso, San Antonio, recognize) Recognize, homeboy, we bringin' it in on the count of three And you can count, alright? Come on, come on [Verse] I can't be had, I can't be hit That's why I get so bent that I can't see shit This can't be it, it's gotta be more Am I livin' in heaven or hell? I ain't sure Is this where reality meets with Face face to face Or just another journey encountered along the way? Blessed the day I constantly repent for my sins Go to bed with guilty consciences and do it again I stay conscious in the four-by-four but that's only because I've got six personalities and one's into drugs When I was seventeen, I started out on my own No matter how hard shit got I couldn't go home So this H-Town's Face now They say it's weakness in a smile so I walk around face frowned Don't fuck around like you'll be face down Paralyzed from your waist down This is a brand new day now [Outro] Ayy now, it's the street shit If you ain't bumpin' this street shit, you fuckin' with the weak shit The weak shit, you ain't fuckin' with the street shit You fuckin' with the weak shit Ayy now, ayy now