Ace HoodAce Hood – Da Streets lyrics
Know I might say YMCMB a lot
Its cause I love my squad
Shoutout to that We The Best music
Play that new Ace Hood!
Guess what? YMCMB!
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK, now God thats above, the only man who can judge
Flip a brick to a Benz, never reveal who the plug
Over money, I know some youngins who turned on their blood
If niggas bitches, just dig em ditches, thats rule number one
Aint never gonna turn on my niggas, I put that shit on my sister
Keep that ho when I ride, and Im talking about my lil pistol
Thats cause the streets hella cold
Most of my friends turn to foes
Some of these niggas are bitches
Most of these women be hoes
But I just stay on my grizzle, fuck we get money, niggas
Most these pussies just talk it, I really know me some killers
Dont even go there, dont even go there!
Most of my niggas labeled felons boy dont make em go there
I holler, fuck a man, that pussy shit you stand for
These people hate that I done made it, what you mad for?
Im doing me, my truey jeans, is full of cash flow
And that real nigga shit the only thing I stand on
Im out of my mind, Im going 200 on the dash board
My whips so foreign, its a must I keep my passport
My chopper gold, I mean that Trinidad James ho
In twenty jesus pieces, bury me with chains on, pussy!
Shoutout to that boy stunner!
Shoutout to that boy George Dukes!
Shoutout to my nigga Wayne!
Mac Man, I see you!
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
OK, now two jesus pieces running
These streets and my loafers
Every day Im a hustler, I gotta meet my new quota
Rest in peace all my niggas, Im trying to find me some closure
Niggas aint who they say they are, its bout time expose em
Fresh and Im in that new Lotus, I block the fake like a golie
Killing these niggas I promise, just wanted to send my condolence
Better know we out here, yeah boy, we out here
And it aint no limes you know them couches, Im paper counting
Them cowards piling
Take a trip overseas then come back and buy me beamer
Tippin toe on the forges, thats a new ballerina
Only eat up the pussy if you smell like a finna
Keep some shit in the trunk, that just might clear out arenas
Im talkin Starvation 2, the beast is back in the booth
I got that shit off the muscle, Im only preaching the truth
I thank the Lord every morning, Im not that boy on the corner
Got a crib big as walmart and ho Im the owner, yeah!
[Outro: Ace Hood & Birdman]
Toe tag, nigga!
Trials and tribulations, the new album, 2013, nigga
We the hottest
We the bidness, nigga, we them niggas
Ya feel me?
(We got too much money to be fuckin around with yall niggas)
We the best!
(See sometimes you gotta understand)
(We dont personally have to come see you,
But we will have somebody personally to come see you)
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