What’s Wrong With The Streets

Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Scooter] I don't know what's wrong with the streets (I don't know what's wrong) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (I don't really know what's wrong) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (Wrong with the streets) This shit ain't like it used to be (Shit ain't like it used to be) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (I don't know what's wrong) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (I don't really know what's wrong) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (Wrong with the streets) This shit ain't like it used to be [Verse 1: Young Scooter] I'm street smart and I know something's wrong Niggas tellin', man, I know it's going on Do your time boy, you know you dead wrong Yeah, I still shine with no diamonds on The police, yeah, they dirty in these streets Try to plant some bricks on you, jealousy The shit I rap about attract police I never change, I'm the same ol' me What's going on man, what's really going on Don't call my phone, no, nigga, don't call my phone You got caught with five bricks and told a soul They told on 400 niggas, broke the code [Chorus: Young Scooter] I don't know what's wrong with the streets (I don't know what's wrong) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (I don't really know what's wrong) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (Wrong with the streets) This shit ain't like it used to be (Shit ain't like it used to be) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (I don't know what's wrong) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (I don't really know what's wrong) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (Wrong with the streets) This shit ain't like it used to be [Verse 2: Young Dolph] Streets sour, these niggas cowards, droppin' names It ain't the same, the dope game, it done changed These hoes plotting, the streets watching I'm all about a fucking profit, half a ticket out the hood, 'cause I gotta sock it My young niggas pop molly, nigga, I pop pistols Death to all snitches, and I hope your family miss you Suppose to be a street nigga, but you soft as tissue I don't know what's wrong with these niggas Jumped in the wrong game In this shit for the fame 'Posed to be out here chasing paper, but you chasing bitches like a lame But me, I'm multitasking, sending thangs on the plane Getting pills on the train You loving it, bitch nigga, last week, we ran a train [Chorus: Young Scooter] I don't know what's wrong with the streets (I don't know what's wrong) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (I don't really know what's wrong) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (Wrong with the streets) This shit ain't like it used to be (Shit ain't like it used to be) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (I don't know what's wrong) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (I don't really know what's wrong) I don't know what's wrong with the streets (Wrong with the streets) This shit ain't like it used to be