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IM Straight - текст песни



I'M Straight


Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now?


Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from


You think I'ma call all the way and get scared? Ahah!


Nah nigga.. I'ma motherfuckin' win


Nigga if all this shit go out the window right now man


I'm all too familiar with this shit


My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man. Hey!








You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes


Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'


And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt


Hey you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers


Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners


And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt








I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist


A lot of glamour and glit's, but shawty I don't need that


My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one


Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one


Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped another one


Sold my little three-eighty east, and said I need another gun


The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' like some bubble gum


Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin but a young


Buck, niggaz say, "What?" Then he see me raise up


Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange old niggaz whole face soon


'Cause I spray the nigga's whole face up, wet the nigga from the waist up


They try you once and you pull a fall, and then tell 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em


I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case bruh


You can sell to me, that's intentionally, another nigga that it's too late for


Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from that?


Who lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that








Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames


Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang


And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt


Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown


Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down


So I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt








Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it


Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction


I'ma +Livin' Legend+.. no stuntin', no reppin'


You can check my track record, I'm highly respected


I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne


Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face


For, "pistol here, pistol there," "violation here, violation here"


Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there


I held it down, where-ever I go


When I'm in the A wit' the +King+, or in Detroit in the snow


I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro


That's between me and you, I can get it for the low


But that's nuttin, everybody say they gotta story


Mine on "Larry King," theirs is on "Maury"


At the end of the day, it seems to won't go away


I guarantee +The Heart of the Streetz+ that you pray














Snowman bitch (bitch), I ride two-seaters (vroom!!)


It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters (geyeah!)


I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt, you betta ask somebody (body)


Matter fact nigga you can just ask me (me)


A little over aggressive, yeah I just might be


But half the niggaz in the hood just like me (damn!)


You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day?


You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH!!)


Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!)


Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself


I came in this game, fresh out the streets (yeah)


Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats (YEAH!)


Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check (check)


While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality (AHAH!)


Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk


Damn right they gon' hate (geyeah!), 'cause them niggaz aren't straight


(AHAH!)














Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin 'bout?


Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some "king" shit, know what I'm sayin'?


On the cool y'know.. young nigga T.I. jumped out there


said he was the king of the south


He ruffled a whole lotta niggaz' feathers


But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was talkin 'bout


Y'know.. and uh.. so everybody had it twisted but..


me I understood from the get go


That what the nigga was tryin' to put


in these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz' faces!!


Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings down here


And as long as you takin' care of yo' business and doin' king shit you a king!


What these niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do was tryin' to get close to the nigga


And get some understandin' about the type of game


He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear holes!


Understand what I'm sayin'?


So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the sideline


Know what I'm talkin 'bout?


And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out here


Talkin 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin!


'Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain't right


When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake! Know what I'm talkin 'bout?


They shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right!


Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout?


And them niggaz talkin 'bout they "trill niggaz"


Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word mean!


Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill


Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz


Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit


Some other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?


So this is what is.. we bringin' Georgia and Texas together


All you ol' BITCH ASS NIGGAS that ain't down wit' the play


Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say


You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes


BACK YO' BITCH ASS UP!! And, and, and, and move around for the South


'Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm talkin 'bout?


Now let's do this shit!



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