People in The Streets

Lyrics

[Intro] Coop, take off on 'em [Chorus: Starlito] People in the streets Pe-people in the streets They don't wanna stay here They don't wanna stay here They don't, they don't Pe-people in the streets Pe-people in the streets They don't wanna stay here (I don't) They don't wanna stay here (Uh) They don't, they don't, they don't [Verse 1: Starlito] I'm tryna clear my mind, I'm at the airport I ain't scared, but some paranoia can't compare for Therefore, my strap heavy and I sleep light Way outta town, still think I see the fights Got pulled over same day I bought the coupe On my way to cop a half an ounce of exotic fruits Came a long way from dime bags with my college crew Make a killin' off what's in my trunk, yeah, break the rules (Trash [?]) Yeah, they the truth We could teach you how to stunt and weigh it too How I'm supposed to tell my lil' cousin stay in school? When he think everything a nigga say is cool? (Lito) You think it's all glamour? Baby, fool I sleep wit' a hammer, I had to spray it too Hates to do it, but in the process, I made the news I say they got a place for you if you don't play by rule Yeah, other day, we makin' major moves (Yeah) I ain't got no patience [?] day or two Don't wanna play it cool, so I'm on the way to you You find one, I front one, my niggas save for two [Chorus: Starlito & Young Buck] People in the streets (Lito, Lito) Pe-people in the streets They don't wanna stay here (Yeah, step this shit up, man) They don't wanna stay here (And grind hard) They don't, they don't Pe-people in the streets Pe-people in the streets They don't wanna stay here They don't wanna stay here They don't, they don't, they don't (Yeah) [Verse 2: Young Buck] My uncle on his deathbed, he a methhead He left dead and his son just left the feds I'm in my lack when niggas did just jack Wit' a MAC, thirty grams of Kush and a snow pack (Where that money at?) A birdman wit' a mask on (Yeah) Fuck a bitch when the cash gone, hoes don't last long We did it all for that Panamera Till a nigga put a hole in your new era (Baow, baow) Never seen so many dope boy niggas in my life Won't cosign none of these dope boys on this mic (Ah) Your price right, but your song wrong The nigga you rappin' about, that's the song he belong on (Hey) A facial tat can't erase yo' stats If you a bitch right now, you been a bitch way back Look at me, I got platinum plaques and still baggin' sacks Close your eyes and just imagine that Now open 'em up and look at where I'm at Not too far from the top and not too close to the back A young soldier that's been through the foreclosure Now I'm 'bout to have some land and a bulldozer Let the king speak, Buck [Chorus] People in the streets Pe-people in the streets They don't wanna stay here They don't wanna stay here They don't, they don't Pe-people in the streets Pe-people in the streets They don't wanna stay here They don't wanna stay here They don't, they don't, they don't