[Intro]
Street n***a
Streets (Streets, streets)
Street n***a (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Real street n***a
I came from the bottom of the bottom, took a lot of shit (Street n***a)
I came from the trenches and the crackers at the bottom, yeah (Street n***a)
I done seen a whippin' brick and hit the lot of it (Street n***a)
I done seen a n***a call his bitch while gettin' robbed (Street n***a)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, I ain't with the politics (Street n***a)
And I got two .7s in the chopper in the car (Grrah)
Say she see the print, I told that bitch that it's a lot of it (Street n***a)
'Til I gotta fuck you with the condom in my drawers (Ah)

[Verse]
And you know that I'm the God, beg my pardon
Hold my fuckin' cock, all my n***as dark
I'ma pop on y'all n***as, tough, since when y'all n***as hard?
Now, get up, 'fore we knock you off, shot him, then I'm gone
Then it's on, she gon' give me y'all, she gon' give me hugs
Get the wall, she gon' get it all, she gon' get it tall
If she crawl, she gon' get a belly, 'fore she even walk
And my dawgs, they gon' get it all, just for layin' low
[Chorus]
Real street n***a
I came from the bottom of the bottom, took a lot of shit (Street n***a)
I came from the trenches and the crackers at the bottom, yeah (Street n***a)
I done seen a whippin' brick and hit the lot of it (Street n***a)
I done seen a n***a call his bitch while gettin' robbed (Street n***a)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, I ain't with the politics (Street n***a)
And I got two .7s in the chopper in the car (Grrah)
Say she see the print, I told that bitch that it's a lot of it (Street n***a)
'Til I gotta fuck you with the condom in my drawers (Ah)