Screet Type Nigga Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] Street type Gotta get some money if I ain't got none All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin' gun Need about two or three niggas but not really 'Cause I kinda feel safe, walking straight, with my nine milli Keep my head down, so these tricks won't suspect shit If my gun get broke, I never tote it 'til I get it fixed Doin' what I gotta do By all means necessary Get a shank, take his bank I don't eat if I don't gank Posse peep I used to creep Now I'm just the one man gang Knocking on the junkies' windows Gettin' bails, anythang Never smoke, never drink, gotta stay drug free If you high, the folks would catch your ass slippin' in the street I know all the shortcuts, alley ways, even ditches Keep your face from being shown so you won't get told on by them snitches Tommy Wright I'm street smart Hard as a fucking brick Straight from 4 Corners with a clique, that is so damn thick So it´s time to rob Time to mob Fuck a job Fuck a bitch that wanna take a lick and slob on my knob I'm a street type nigga, down with street smart records On the air, causing ruckus For you playa hatin' motherfuckas [Hook]x2 We used to hustle all the street corners I'm fucked up [Verse 2: MC Spade] Cuttin' deals, women and dope, and doin' the shit that´s straight legit Bust open a sack of bud, roll it up and smoke the shit A cool ass nigga taking no shit from them bitches Your ass get out of line, you´ll get that ass gatted trick Accused of doin' 211´s? Nah that ain´t my style I slang and bang and sell cocaine and make it worth they while I shake and bake a death to shoot a motherfucking narc I´m known to sell amphetamines, and sling crack rock When you see me on the street, you see me with a pack When I´m rollin' in my car I drive a motherfucking lap Seat at a tipstop, quick and check my beeper Lean into the back, sky high smokin' reefer So niggas what you think about the shit that I be sellin'? The shit that I be smokin' and the shit I´m straight inhalin' I´ll kill your ass quicker than I fucking take your picture I shoot you in the head and then I say "to hell with you" You can never shoot me I´m impervious to pain So many niggas dead it´s a motherfucking shame Bitches got to die when I fucking pull the trigger Crazy ass dope man Street type nigga [Hook]x2 We used to hustle all the street corners I'm fucked up