Trouble in the Streets Lyrics
Can you smoke?
Never swim against the current
And they say the tide is risingUh, these niggas drownin` to death
Where the lifeguards? We on the boat
Let these pussies know they got a rope
Or they want ya boy that threw a rope
Ah!
(1)
Successful nigga, pants hangin` off my ass
King of diamonds, boy you better go and pay yo tax
Strong arm, robberies, but neva take advice
Not the type of brother that`ll read a book at night
He a fool, ain`t he? Holla "Where that tool at?"
He-a move that, pocket full of food stamps
Niggas pray to see they seeds in the Ivy Leagues
But all I see is young teens on a Rikers team
Niggas throw a molly tryna get the lottery
I know she fuckin` homie, shawty, don`t you lie to me
You gon` fall in and outta love a hundred times
Look at me, get yo money like I`m gettin` mine
Half these niggas jealous of that spot you in
Exercise the same muscle you know got you in
Caught him wit a block, my nigga had to plead a Ten
Stay alive through my rhymes until we meet again
(2)
Reminiscing on railings on my own, still jaded
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Rest in peace a real nigga, we all real elated
It done been a couple years and it`s still raining
Everyday the sun shine, I know you still reigning
Suge got up on his shackles And that nigga fainted
2Pac triggerman, somewhere on his knees praying
Now it`s time for certain things to come to light
David Kenneth testifies against Mr. Knight
House cost 6, another 2 to paint it
Prayin` one day all my haters maybe get acquainted
No longer in the beef, now I`m on to Bison
Evander Holyfield, swear I really want to write him
To ask him how it feels, maybe vice-versa
To know a nigga, bought his crib with a nice verse
Hundred rooms all alone, still blowin` dro
Black bottle, in my robe, do this for my WOES
