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-Is that Blaze on the boards? -Yeah. Streets ain't the same no more.
Owee.
Lil' bro a dope fiend, got caught snitchin', he don't wanna feel the pain no more. No pain.
Tryna fit in, got hit with that switch, and now he don't wanna bang no more. Okay. He don't wanna claim no more. Owee.
Streets ain't the same no more. Yeah.
Nowadays the gangsters is really the women, and most of these niggas is bitches. Right now.
OGs is talkin' but nobody listen, these YNs be dumb as a biscuit. A biscuit.
Work for your money, provide for your children, the ghetto respect you a million. No way. But that ain't a thing no more. No way.
Streets ain't the same no more.
Lil Blud got hit with that. 40 on Cullen, he just couldn't stay out the way.
Mm-hmm. Nowadays you barely see slabs on a Sunday, police is too hot on the K.
Mm-hmm.
Baby that used to be down, when them cops came around, she start fadin' away. Okay. Criminals used to be silent on cases, but now they got somethin' to say.
Now they snitch. No way. Swear this zone is twilight. Yeah.
How you got a queen for a mother, workin' hard in the gutter, and you treat her like termites? Yeah.
How you see a mother in the hood on the wood on a hot summer day, bring no ice?
Can't spare a dollar for a cold Sprite. Then wonder why your karma don't go right.
Owee. Yeah. Mm.
Streets ain't the same no more. Owee. Mm-hmm.
Lil' bro a dope fiend, got caught snitchin', he don't wanna feel the pain no more. Mm-hmm.
Tryna fit in, got hit with that switch, and now he don't wanna bang no more. Owee.
He don't wanna claim no more. Mm-hmm. Streets ain't the same no more.
Nowadays the gangsters is really the women, and most of these niggas is bitches. They bitches.
OGs is talkin' but nobody listen, these YNs be dumb as a biscuit. A biscuit.
Work for your money, provide for your children, the ghetto respect you a million. No way. But that ain't a thing no more. No way.
Streets ain't the same no more.
How many niggas get rich and go back to they hood or they blocks that they love? How many?
How many ballers get on and invest in they people instead of the club? How many?
How many players got out of the game for that girl, but it wasn't enough? It wasn't.
She think the new dude is treatin' her better, but really he just wanna fuck. Right now.
Just like that, he get tired of that cat, now she see her new lion a cheater. He got you.
Stupid ass nigga had a down ass bitch, nose too high, can't see a keeper. You lost her.
Never back door no hoe on the bro, nowadays they the first one to freak him. No way.
Pillow talkin', shoot her for the coochie, you fruity ass nigga, ain't too much weaker. Pussy. Yeah. Yeah.
Owee.
Streets ain't the same no more.
Lil' bro a dope fiend, got caught snitchin', he don't wanna feel the pain no more. No pain.
Tryna fit in, got hit with that switch, and now he don't wanna bang no more. He don't wanna claim no more. Owee.
Streets ain't the same no more.
Nowadays the gangsters is really the women, and most of these niggas is bitches. They bitches.
OGs is talkin' but nobody listen, these YNs be dumb as a biscuit. A biscuit.
Work for your money, provide for your children, the ghetto respect you a million. No way.
But that ain't a thing no more. No way. Streets ain't the same no more.
Yeah.
Owee.
Yeah. Owee.
Yeah.
Owee.