[Hook]
These streets is overtime, pack a vest, control a nine
Whip it up, bring it back, twice is better now
Cut it down, pack 'em up, get your chedda now
If you didn't then, I bet you know it now
These streets is overtime, pack a vest, control a nine
Whip it up, bring it back, twice is better now
Cut it down, pack 'em up, get your chedda now
If you didn't then (Yo)
[Verse]
Twenty one Tim-O holding, rolling with Em-o
Y'know the MO, drunk and smashing the limo, copping rentals
Politicking, shopping demos, bagging bimbos
Throwing bottles fast and 'N' Joe's, plain and simple
Living life is what it's meant fo', since nine nickle
Passed away with little kick-o, I fried coke up
Having other hoods smoked out, putting work in
Moving nicks up at the smoke house, wifey left me
She couldn't watch the hood take me, under witted
Sometimes I wonder did it, the whole scenes vivid
I close my eyes and relive it, my niggas got debted
I know who did it and won't forget it, he's gonna get it
I said I meant it, so live it up nigga
'Cause on your lifes a time limit, got a shine dim it
'Cause when I find it I'ma end it, bullets through your denim
Rest with John Lennon while fine women
Clock the glow my shine's giving, we hit the crib and
Sweaty up they fine linens, Juice Gin'N
Marijuana, loose living, stool pigeons
Dropping dimes on who's dealing, clues given
Cuffs locked, bail posted, Shoes back in my sneakers, blunts lit
Drinks toasted, from crime to grime, wait
Keep this in focused, fam' stays close but our
Enemies closest, your block's brokest
So you beat up, I was focused, can't afford not to
But petrified to approach us, your foot soldiers
Tryna meet your damn quotas, can barely bounce up all your
Whole eighthies full of soda, yo' P hold up
Smack that nigga make him sober, go stacking chedda
Where they at? Hand 'em over, he hand it over
Then cross the street and motor roll up his man told him
"We just took him for his boulders" These streets colder
Than a horse or king cobra, my team soldiers
Could never let your team hold us, we unloading
Clip flipping, reload us, forget your life
Like taking bites out of lotus, you may have noticed
That murder case that coward wrote us, syeknoh hate us
They mad as hell 'cause they don't own us, you jack fakers
Pretty boy, thug wanna beat gangsta
Squeezing lime in your Coronas, you don't wanna
Bump heads with any one of my hard rocks
From 6 Mile up to Fort Rock
We corner stand, politick and expand fam'
Break you down just as good when the gun is jammed
I don't know you, how the fuck you know who I am?
Who I am, who I am
[Hook x2]
These streets is overtime, pack a vest, control a nine
Whip it up, bring it back, twice is better now
Cut it down, pack 'em up, get your chedda now
If you didn't then, I bet you know it now
[Outro]
These streets is hell 'cause life is a bitch (Uh huh)
Wanna bubble in this hustle tryna make my grip (Say What)
Keep my pockets tight (Just keep my)
Just keep my pockets tight (Uh huh)
But the haters knock your paper and that coppers harass (Yup)
Don't mind us with no stash
Try to marry yo' cash and get they pockets tight
Just keep my pockets tight (Just keep my, just keep my)
These streets is hell 'cause life is a bitch (Uh huh)
Wanna bubble in this hustle tryna make my grip (Say What)
Keep my pockets tight (Just keep my)
Just keep my pockets tight (Uh huh)
But the haters knock your paper and that coppers harass
