From the Streets

Lyrics

[Intro: Jose Guapo, Doughboy from Boyz N the Hood (Sampled) & Lil Chris from Boyz N the Hood (Sampled)] Uh, uh, yeah Let's get it Young Guapo, Young Guapo Unh, Million Dollar Plugs 2 That's why fool be getting shot all the time Trying to show how hard they is Ignorant Oh, fool, shut up You be doing that shit too I know [Chorus: Jose Guapo] Real diamonds in the Rollie Keep a shooter like Ginobili I listened to what my OGs told me Nigga, don't speak 'cause you don't know me No Miami, but we keep the heat No Miami, but we keep the heat I ain't calling off no beefs I ain't calling off no beefs Everything that I got, I got it out the streets Everything that I got, I got it out the streets Everything that I know, I learned it from the streets Everything that I know, I learned it from the streets [Verse 1: Jose Guapo] I might just run off on my country boy Hold on, wait a minute, what is he spending? I get the profit and go off at Lenox Told all these bitches just mind to their business I ain't gon' go back and forth with a pee-on Colorful bitches just like they a Crayon Your girl gave me head right there on my new futon All of this bread, I ain't talking 'bout crutons You got you a pistol, but who are you shooting? My circle so tight, we don't do no recruiting You think you a gangsta, but who are you fooling? This shit that we rap about, we really doing it I told her to call me Big Guapo AKA Young Savage and AKA Young [?] Smell like a pound while I'm eating at Beni's Making these plays while I'm all at Beni's I got some head in the driveway I told them back in the driveway I know my niggas with foul play So we might just get it with foul play A Draco and an AK Tussionex, nigga, and the Percocets They don't know where we be serving at They don't know where we be working at [Chorus: Jose Guapo] Real diamonds in the Rollie Keep a shooter like Ginobili I listened to what my OGs told me Nigga, don't speak 'cause you don't know me No Miami, but we keep the heat No Miami, but we keep the heat I ain't calling off no beefs I ain't calling off no beefs Everything that I got, I got it out the streets Everything that I got, I got it out the streets Everything that I know, I learned it from the streets Everything that I know, I learned it from the streets [Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I'm serving that pack, skrt like Iraq Antidote in the old-school Cadillac I beat the pot like I had a baseball bat Candler Road, nigga, we still serving crack [?] nigga, when I shoot with the Mac Just put me in the frame, picture that I trap out the apartments, come way in the back I've been serving niggas way before I rapped Bando with the boards, migos bringing more Whipping galore, got gas like the store Hoodrich, nigga, but I used to be poor Pablo get the work from El Salvador Choppers everywhere you open that door Chop up the work like I had a sword Gotta traffic the work in a Honda Accord Too much water on me, need a surfboard Pussy nigga, you ain't ready for war Old-school dope like the phone with the cord The plug in the socket, nigga, I'm the cord Dirty sticks, nigga, I need some more I ain't running out of dope, I got million dollar plugs jumped off the boat Jumped in the Ghost Ten bricks of the coke I got the power like Ghost [Chorus: Jose Guapo] Real diamonds in the Rollie Keep a shooter like Ginobili I listened to what my OGs told me Nigga, don't speak 'cause you don't know me No Miami, but we keep the heat No Miami, but we keep the heat I ain't calling off no beefs I ain't calling off no beefs Everything that I got, I got it out the streets Everything that I got, I got it out the streets Everything that I know, I learned it from the streets Everything that I know, I learned it from the streets