In The Streets-Lil Wyte

In The Streets - Lil Wyte In the Streets Lyrics Get up (repeated) In the street i'm bout my buisness how i be a be a If u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a When i check my crackhouse i'm gonna reup reup For u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up X2 They always be askin what is crack coc*ine Crack coc*ine frys ur brain Crack coc*ine keep me pocket change when i be on my slang Keep them thangs single solid on a brick up off the house Try to snatch my sh*t wit out payin i'm blowin off ya mouth Thas the way it is in up in the d**e game have no respect Don't pas wit no brains if no thangs blow some big a** checks Straight to the liquor store thats were we rolln to get my 75 Dam they close at 11 yes i'm ballin doin 99 Worked that whole week to get that cheese n give that sh*t to me Bet u feelin shitty fall asleep on the side of the street Tell me how it feels walkin round i no whats goin on Only thing u no is i'm the one supplyin all the stone Keep my pockets swolln i be ballin on the f**kin slab Think u droppin sissions in my buisness take yo buisness back Yes i roll wit dealers and my deals r my priority B**ch i ride wit killas and these killas have authority In the street i'm bout my buisness how i be a be a If u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a When i check my crackhouse i'm gonna reup reup For u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up X2 Well i ain't waistin mine , gotta get them nickels and dimes all the time Cuz benjimin franklin the only mother f**ker on my mind I'm ridin to a cutless twanky threes grippin pine N i no the junkies see me colors changin all the time When u spot me better stop me cuz i'm not slayin long The pigs love comin up to this white boy ridin on all this f**kin chrome Got yo stone b**ch i'm gone destination where i stay Fraiser boy up on the side and b**ch were headn to the bay What u talkin bout, what u askin bout , what u need from me Check it i serve some big bags, some crack, and some xtc And anything else i don't f**k wit it, or i jus f**kin no Were to find it where to get it and how far the sh*t will flow These smokas and sellas these drugs be so plentyfull But junkies will do anything for that crack mane and its pitiful They loose there life critical and there bodies shut down physical But rock it up U get yo grip and all that there is beuitifull In the street i'm bout my buisness how i be a be a If u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a When i check my crackhouse i'm gonna reup reup For u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up X2 It ain't no stoppin here i could keep boomin slangin dis d**e Or i could take a chance flippin this bird to a bro But see its jus my luck po's will prolly kick in my doe, So i gotta keep lookin over my shoulder watchin out for them hoes, And i gotta find another location plus another temptation There so many faces and customers in this occupatin, And i have got no patience And people wanna f**k wit my time, thats why u be comin up short purchasin Nickles and dimes, i'm even wit mine, u get it when i get it and thats all the time I never decline ur money unless u smell outta line And i'm feelin fine , they'll find u all tied up in some twine My moneys importent a lil more then important then how bright i shine Don't play wit that 9, u pull it use it abuse it with mine, Its eager to blind, then copyrite yo mouth with yo mind I'm puttin it out and givin it to ya jus how i get it This evil is wit it wit no discussin this is how i spit it In the street i'm bout my buisness how i be a be a If u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a When i check my crackhouse i'm gonna reup reup For u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up X2