Fools From The Streets lyrics

f/ The Luniz



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(Verse 1: Numskull)

I`ma hustla to the heart, pardon me dolly

I mastered the dice large, and even three card molly

Slappin bozo nigga`s for twenty bucks a rock

Plus I slang mad rocks on the spot, FUCK THE COPS

Now I`m on the ball, cause it`s all good in the hood

I`m glad as fuck, dropped outta school because I hate math and stuff

Lay low, runnin off my pager, can`t press my luck

STINGY AS FUCK, wit my bucks like Scrooge McDuck

NOBODY COULD, stop the operation stackola

Get back roller, you can`t fuck wit this crackola

Because I got the carribean, plates just like a nubian

Happy so the five-0 won`t jack me

Fuck the jail shit, it`s corny

BITCHES KNOW I`m HORNY

The nigga`s that I hang wit got crew cause life is corny

We precieve the gat to the end so that you know

Shit I pull more bitches then menaudo

Let me quit, the nigga`s on the spot wanna take me out

DRIVE BY MS.DAISY, to raise me, and take me plot

I got ya duckem, don`t slip for nobody(fuck em!)

Schemes gettin thought up, I`m never gettin caught up

Keepin my pockets so fat, swift on my feet

Sayin I`m out to the fools that`s on my street



(Verse 2: Yukmouth)

Well it`s the CRAP SHOOTER

Love to hit the fat buddah sack, and you know that

My crew comes together like ?????

Raised in the ghetto`s of OAKLAND

Had dope in my pocket, servin knocks in the open

Walked close, and door close when I was on the night shift

Got a few indictments, day to day excitements out my life quift

Rollin in my cousins big K-5

Holy moly, I stay high by drinkin 40`s

Had roly poly dice in my pocket for the school house crap game

I had a DANGLE ROLL, sometimes I wanna STRANGLE HO`S

But I scoop em like a spoon full of cereal

Never ate a trick cause that`s for kids duke you hear me though

But rigger though, never was rigor-mortis so face it

Pocket`s on fat like a Jenny Craig patient, IT AIN`T SHIT

But a come up, when I roll up on they knock

Fuck pops, I gotta have my props

I`m runnin shit like FLO JO

Never fucked a HOBO

But I got my DICK SUCKED

Now she`s got the HICCUPS

I wakes up, move a ???head if ya dangle

I`m down, you`ll fuck around and get ya neck strangled

To swing a sell, and chop rocks to the whole dim sprayer

Cause what I got will make ya sing a song like the Gap band

Likes ta DANGLE MUTHAFUCKA`S OUT THEY CASH LIKE A SHISTA



(Verse 3: Dru Down)

Well I`m the sickest, wickedst nigga you`d wanna be

A damn fool from the streets, killin enemies

And as I`m sleepin in my street I`m havin nightmares

I`m FULLY PREPARED, AND FULLY AWARED

And strapped wit the armorgauge

And as a nigga wakes up, I`m havin thoughts of a murder scene

Robbery, OOHHH, I had to hit the streets

FEELIN, FEELIN, I like the fuckin smell of some flesh

KILLIN, KILLIN, I like to put a whole lot in yo chest

A maniac, runnin down the streets in the ghetto

I see a limo, a white man in tuxedo

Tryna be slick, BUT HE`S A TASK

Knowin damn well he wouldn`t catch me, I`m too fast

Cause I will bust a gauge or two,

`Rupt the fuckin living rooms

And If I had to getway, I`ll find another place to stay

Cause I`ma slick, quick nigga you can`t fuck wit

A brotha from the gutter doin dirt, AND I LOVE IT

Afterwards, I`m chokin like a damn fool

Smokin on the blunt, a yabba, dabba, fuckin do

Cause I`m luni like the luni fuckin tunes

I need to go snatch a purse so I can rent a room

SOMEBODY JUMPIN OUT THE BUSHES WIT A STRAP Y`ALL

Checkin everything except the shit in yo drawers, y`all

I know ???? is sweepin nigga`s off they feet

A murderize killer, sick fool from the street, yeah
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