Album: Street Lottery 2
ft. Lil Phat
Five o'clock, bird's a bird, fly down south,
These niggers hate so much, they wanna stop my route.
I'm talking 55 bricks, I put them on the Grayhound.
I'm a certified street nigger, I had to stay down.
Said the nigger, take it back, we play old games now.
Why you rap about the streets, you gotta push a nigger some.
I'm a black nigger boss, nigger, I got pounds.
If they so cheap, I pull up in your town.
In other cities, I mean, I love the flesh like a bitch,
I got out of jail and work right back to the bricks.
All my jewel together cost like 15 bricks.
Young Scooter, I put dope on every street is on 6.
You niggers be sad.
That nigger talk about a lot of dough.
I wonder, is he really doing that shit?
Yea, the streets gon'vouch for me, nigger.
Yo, Scooter, I really do this shit,
I rap on a beast, nigger, I told you that.
Everyday at 5 o'clock, the bells pull up fresh.
We never close down, we never know what's next.
You try to run the spite, you gotta have some respect.
A nigger play up on you and take your check.
I never bear a rubber, I got too much finesse.
But anything can happen, so I make moves like chess.
The streets ain't safe, so I just play them how it go.
Throwing bills out the project window.
20 west to Birmingham, bricks on the way.
Don't worry 'bout the extra grams, they come with the play.
I gotta charge it 30, 'cause it's one state away.
20 bags to the click and we get back to the 8.
All I'mma talk about is money, nigger.