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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Onyx
Performer
X-1
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrone Taylor
Composer
Fred Scruggs
Composer
Sticky Fingaz
Composer
Gaines Spivey
Composer
B. Sandlin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Scratch
Producer
Vinnie Nicoletti
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Street nigguz
Gettin' high all the time
Street nigguz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street nigguz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street nigguz
We the **** that call the shots
Street nigguz
Gettin' high all the time
Street nigguz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street nigguz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street nigguz
We the **** that call the shots
[Verse 2]
Street nigguz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips
Wildin' out with Bloods and Crips on some shit
Leavin' you ripped, it's totally sick
I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips
You on a curious trip way out of your whack
Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?
Holding my aim, with ways to wreck, never know what to expect
Respect a hole in your chest
My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps
The way that I'm doin' you is every day screwin' you
Off the top, make money off of rocks
On and off the block, bouncing off of cops
Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next
But it's X-1, kid, in the luxury Lex
With a ghetto-type style
Heat for beef that we can settle right now
Street nigguz
[Verse 3]
Street nigguz
Gettin' high all the time
Street nigguz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street nigguz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street nigguz
We the **** that call the shots
Street nigguz
Gettin' high all the time
Street nigguz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street nigguz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street nigguz
We the **** that call the shots
[Verse 4]
Street nigguz spend they lasts on weed, smoke to the ropes
Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap
Bust four guns, off the roof, trick
Overproof, roll dice, stick **** for ice, up all night
Every day **** gambling
Pumpin' drugs, scrambling
My **** got shot the same spot you standing in
Bitch **** hate, rich **** sniff for Eight
Suffocate, jail **** liftin' weights, fuck the Jakes
We break laws, snuffin' motherfuckers, breakin' drawers
Robbin' liquor stores, rubbin' ghetto ****' dirty drawers
Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass
Fuck work, ****, take cash, with the quick fast
Open cases with razors, they open faces
Paid ****, got guns with lasers, sky pagers
Chrome rims and loud systems, so what the light?
You make the white people listen to you five days out the prison, we
[Verse 5]
Street nigguz
Gettin' high all the time
Street nigguz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street nigguz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street nigguz
We the **** that call the shots
Street nigguz
Gettin' high all the time
Street nigguz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street nigguz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street nigguz
We the **** that call the shots
[Verse 6]
Street nigguz have your shit pushed back, plush act
Bust jacks out the window plex and lust that
We back, we at the place, contact, react
Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats
For violation of fun, whichever come first
Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge
In Suburbans, to **** deep, want pissy early
Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours
Up in the Expo, e-bowel
For beef, the heat, the vowel, caught up in them street showers
Buckin' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks
The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick
Street nigguz regulating
Doe and hoes, and North states, and flip whips
High-speed car chasin'
The inner belly beast dwellin'
Born and raised, extorting for days
Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed it's
[Verse 7]
Street nigguz
Gettin' high all the time
Street nigguz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street nigguz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street nigguz
We the **** that call the shots
Street nigguz
Gettin' high all the time
Street nigguz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street nigguz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street nigguz
We the **** that call the shots
[Verse 8]
I'm a street ****, fuck with me, ya shot in the brains
They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?
This is not a game, kid, I know my math
I walk around with my pants hangin' off my ass
I don't give a fuck
The **** here's too rugged
I pull out my dick and take a piss in public
Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do
Fuckin' bitches and gettin' money was all I knew
Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates
I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist
Off safety, cock with one in the head
Your first **** frontin' gettin' dropped with one in the head
I got no respect for life, my mom's on drugs
You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll with nothin' but thugs
I'm so trife, hope I can live another night
And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life, 'cause I'm a
[Verse 9]
Street nigguz
Gettin' high all the time
Street nigguz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street nigguz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street nigguz
We the **** that call the shots
Written by: B. Sandlin, Fred Scruggs, Gaines Spivey, Sticky Fingaz, Tyrone Taylor