Street Cinema Lyrics

Cousin cousin cousin, I'm pissy drunkin' How 'bout I smack you snuff him and buss him What then? Nothing, you gon' be shocked like stop Your man laying there dropped other laying there shot
Think not, what come the war burdens for certain You be laying with no shirt in the dirt with blood squirting Knocked out and stomped out with soles and timbs Piss in your face, wake you up, and do the whole shit again
Smack your men for jumping in, and get our rob on Rock on pop gone long gone with your watch on When cops swarm exit on some next shit You with the paramedics, we on poles doing calisthenics
So yo, get the fuck away from my car move back Aiyyo dudes pop the hatch and get those two bats for these cats That get that plus I'm to' from the flo' up, know what? Dudes get off me chill let me go fuck that hold up
Street cinema, street cinematics, streets in it Street scenery, ballers in the street running Street cinema, street cinematics, streets in it Street scenery, ballers in the street running
Street cinema, street cinematics, streets in it Street scenery, ballers in the street winning
Getting rich off the street, feins in the street spinning Many moves spent bent chocola sent Moving more dimes a minute then sprint If I recall, fuck 'em all the best way to ball
Never stall with a hundred grand to break ya fall Leather glove face smacking Go gat waste packing, car burglars car jacking Me I'm safe cracking and I'm still in it for life man
But life's a gamble right? So everyday a niggas just rolling a dice man Credit go where credit due, yo niggas is nice man Know the game and they caught up in your "Where's my slice man?" Shouldn't have to say it twice man
Sign of the rhymes Money and marijuana if you ain't catch it the first time Me and mine live and shine every segment on the regent Coming hard until the jeans look pregnant
Street cinema, street cinematics, streets in it Street scenery, ballers in the street running Street cinema, street cinematics, streets in it Street scenery, ballers in the street running
Marlon Brando weep concealed with three best the bill Aiyo Kirk tell them chill each one wanna clench the bill, for real Don't safe cracking resort to face tracking Prints computer hacking, niggas skeet through the tracking
Rock a block packing, nigga stash yo ash Either act like you know or you best go ask See my Lex go past give niggas the whiplash Class smoking grass until the whip crashed
At last who prays to God for talents to rhyme Lord? Time is toured not poured like on the Concorde Sit back and laugh, we made it baby shake gravy Catch me on 180 with the Yankee Flip Avery
You sick baby 'cause niggas look different now With tighter rhymes written hell niggas is living now And we spitting like wow them kids is hot I need a dub Nigga we see the love rock a block beat a blood
We be in a club with girls V.I.P. smoking Scoping now she open posing holding Trojans This the life we got girls kissing the dice Two keys for one rice probably fixing it twice
Kicking down bikes they fall like dominos Fifty in a row Rock a block with that kinda dough What?
Street cinema, street cinematics, streets in it Street scenery, ballers in the street running Street cinema, street cinematics, streets in it Street scenery, ballers in the street running
Street cinema, street cinematics, streets in it Street scenery, ballers in the street running Street cinema, street cinematics, streets in it Street scenery, ballers in the street running
Yeah, Y-O in the mother Sporty Thievz in the mother Rock a block, shot callers 9-7 and beyond And you know what? That shit is trash