[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Off brand n***as we ain't fuckin with y'all
Catch up with ya kind cuz you ain't touchin a dog
Imitation fake like Gucci suits n***as be wearin
N***a like me hit the room and all the bitches be starin'
I'm not fine I'm not cute, they just know I got some loot
Grippin wood, lookin good '24s make them choose
Nine times out of ten the bitches bad news
Hit the dick and start actin like a motherfuckin' fool
Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes
Pop a tag every day, that's what ghetto n***as do
Hustle hard, spread all the bread with my crew
When we in the club they be poppin bottles too
We crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it's on
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone
I rap like I'm quick enough but catch 'em full of zones
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone, n***a

[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Street n***as (keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street n***as (push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
Street n***as (keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street n***as (push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
[Verse 2: MJG]
I'm just a street n***a I keep my heat under the seat
If a... bum run up hope he got his gun up
From sundown to sunup I keep it with me
And I end up be unloadin on y'all when y'all hit me
It's a grand shame that you n***as come from it but can't walk through it
What is it? I thought you knew it
It was the streets n***a, my seat used to hit it when I didn't have no wheels to go get it
M J fuckin' G droppin these bars with no regards for snitches and fake broads
You ain't hard from steroids, n***a you big fraud
I remember when them bullets was takin your lunch card
I'm a real ghetto politician
And what I gotta give in to motherfuckers who willin to try to vision
When a n***a spittin', Quit all the whinin' and bitchin'
Baby sharp, look and listen, pay attention to what you been missin'
It's the --

[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Street n***as (keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street n***as (push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
Street n***as (keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street n***as (push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
[Bridge: 8Ball]
Yea come on..
Street n***as, street n***as
We sittin' on leathers and we grippin' on wood (Streets is watchin')
We makin plenty bread and reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin')
Money over bitches, man it still all good (Streets is watchin')
We makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin')

[Verse 3: Bun B]
What can I say about these streets that I be walkin'?
Not too much cuz where I from n***as ain't motherfuckin talkin
We'd rather listen and watch
Tryin to flex and gaurd their clothes and Baume and Mercier[?] watches
Tryin' to get my gloss on
I paid the cos' to be the boss on these corners where ballin n***as floss on
Haters get tossed on, 5-0 get [???] and out of towners get robbed
And drop that, can't nobody gonna stop that
See it was like this before me
So if you think it's time to change, n***a show me
Obviously you don't know me It's time that you learned
N***as that try to hold me on my grind, they get burned
I'm down from P.A., Man - West side to the east, fool
(Aw come on Bun B, dude what about peace?)
Fuck peace, fool
You want some love, ask your momma or the lord
Bitch I'm down with Pimp C, UGK be goin harder
[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Street n***as (keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street n***as (push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
Street n***as (keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street n***as (push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)