Street People

Dedicate this to all the niggas on the streets

Niggas in the hood strugglin

Doin what the fuck they gotta do to make their money

And all the thugs, the hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pimps

Let's roll, let's roll

(Ghetto love, ghetto love I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love)

Street people

(People)

All my people be them niggas with an attitude

(We're ready for war)

The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do

(Do what you gotta do)

I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood

(Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?)

Keepin it real on the street

Niggas they practice what they preach, stayin true until they D-I-E

Niggas still strong

We keep on bailin through the stress

and all the rest of the shit that's goin on

Speakin of violence, I see, you got to keep a pistol

Cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon be got, they out to pinch ya

Bullshit you not--killin' because of the pump

And it drives us to the point of no return

Especially when you're gone off of the sherm

You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin

While you walkin, he on sixteen switches

Ain't that a bitch? But that's life

This shit ain't nothin' nice, and he'll take yours if his ain't right

And I can't stop 'em or knock 'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though

Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent or you will die"

So (so, so), choose one (just one)

Either repent and get saved

Or put some food on your table for now

Street people

(People)

All my people be them niggas with an attitude

(We're ready for war)

The street mentality

It's do what you gotta do

(Do what you gotta do)

I see my sisters out there hustlin, man (strugglin, man)

Do what it takes, but that's the brakes, rustle up what you can

Gotta feed your babies (babies, yeah)

Handle yourself your own business

don't wait on that nigga to get you nothin

We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin

(somethin, yeah) Take the welfare, fuck it!

The system givin it to you, cause it's guilt on they conscience

Don't let 'em fool you (don't let 'em fool you, no)

Really ain't doin' a nigga any favors

So come and get the paper, paper, before you die, die

This verse is for my ghetto queens

Tryin' to come up and get them better things

particularly cheddar cheese

Make that money (make that money)

Work, work, work

Whatever your occupation

As long as you bringin home the bacon, bacon, bacon

Don't let your enemy lock your mind, too

And I hope y'all really been payin attention cause it's 1999, ohh

(Ooh-ooh, yeah)

Though people comin around, we gon' thug

So where the thugs at?

Gimme some of that ghetto love (ghetto love)

Now if y'all feelin me

let's get down and tear the roof off the mother

Shoot the mmotherfuckers, I'm serious and mean business

Ready to pump pump and ride, you with it?

Come on, put it out there, pump, pump, pump police

They treat us like animals - let's attack 'em like beasts

But hold on 'fore you start fightin (hold on, hold on)

Let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline

(no more, no more) I'm really not trippin on this rappin no more

Cause I know it won't last too much longer

When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier (I told you)

If I make it out of the game with all my sanity

Get paid, fuck the fame, get out quickly, understand me?

Cause at the rate I'm goin, pretty soon they'll try to ban me

for killin these muthafuckas tryin to tamper with my family

Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's tryin to jam me

But I told them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly

And this is my mentality for fuckin with the street life, street life

(street life)

I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people

Them niggas with an attitude

Let's stop the killin, we're strugglin just like you to make a livin

We're not pretendin, don't y'all remember?

It ain't easy tryin to stay alive, some people out there smokin crack

My people workin 9 to 5, just doin' it right

Real strong

Hold on

cause it won't be long before the strugglin' days is long gone

Hold on, be strong

Somebody better 'em we the T-H-U-G's

real fuckin soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers

We're T-H-U-G's

real fuckin soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers

(Get on up, get on up)