Street Niggaz

[Intro: DJ Drama]

As you can hear, we make quality street music

Every street nigga ain't a rapper

Every rapper ain't a street nigga

We always get it right, [?] music

CTE, we affiliates nigga, DJ (The fuck drama?)

[Verse 1: Dee Money]

I relate to niggas and they relate to me

Real niggas do real things that's how it supposed to be

Cut from the same clothes, and maybe the same shirt

Probably had the same plug and got the same work

I'll whack your ass and skip to the N.O

And lay low in the projects with my kinfolk

AK-47 with the shoulder strap (Yeah)

Set it off, had it sounded like the Nolia clap

Got two strikes, nigga, dodgin' one time

This real life, you got the nerve to call it punchlines

Well I got a punchline for you, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit I wanna see my lawyer

[Chorus: Jeezy]

G-g-gangsters

Street niggas, real niggas

Street niggas

G-g-gangsters

Real niggas, street niggas-

[Verse 2: Jeezy]

Fuck the style, they jockin' my slang

I'm a real street nigga, we are not the same

I'm grown nigga, so play with your own kids (Yeah)

I'm on nigga, so get your own ass [?]

One white girl left, save the last dance

My partner say he want it, so this your last chance (Yeah)

Funny how a next tell can get you 50 years (Nah)

Codefendant makin' deals like he work at Sears (Damn)

Still posted at the Amoco

Judge giving cash, three numbers like an [?]

Play the game how it go, fuck what a nigga think (Yeah)

'Cause under pressure, niggas change like chameleon paint (Yeah)

[Chorus: Jeezy]

G-g-gangsters

Street niggas, real gangsters

Street niggas, g-g-gangsters

Street niggas, real gangsters

Street niggas

[Verse 3: Dee Money]

Ayy, ayy

White shit in my attic (What), and I ain't talkin' sheep rock (Let's get it)

They kill them nigga round the corner, now the blocks hot

Blockbuster, night Glocks poppin' like popcorn

Folks comin' through, shakin' niggas like popcorn (Yeah)

Niggas soft like hot butter, and they mics hot

'Cause section stayin' ass niggas love to drop salt

I'ma street poet, let me paint a picture (Yeah)

First of the month, time to get the [?] on

O's over here, couple O's over there

Gotta whole one stash to my living room chair

Dude never smile, ain't shit funny

Geesy, Maguire, now show me the money

[Chorus: Jeezy]

G-g-gangsters

Street niggas, real gangsters

Street niggas, g-g-gangsters

Street niggas, real gangsters

Street niggas