[Verse 1: 8Ball]nOff-brand niggaz we ain't fuckin with y'allnCatch up with ya kind cuz you ain't touchin us, dawgnImitation fake like Gucci suits that niggaz be wearinnNigga like me hit the room and all the bitches be starin'nI'm not fine I'm not cute, they just know I got some lootnGrippin wood, lookin good, 24s make em choosenNine times out of ten them bitches bad newsnHit the dick and start actin like a motherfuckin' foolnClothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoesnPop a tag every day, that's what ghetto niggaz donHustle hard, spread all the bread with my crewnWhen we in the club they be poppin bottles toonWe crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it's onnWhen my work hit the streets watch how quick that shit be gonenI rap like I'm cookin up a kitchen full of 'zonesnWhen my work hit the streets watch how quick that shit be gonenNiggann[Chorus x2: 8Ball & MJG]n(Street niggaz)nKeep your guns, hit the trapsnSpend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches liken(Street niggaz)nPush it all, hard or rawnSticky weed, whatever you need, man we got it allnn[Verse 2: MJG]nI'm just a street nigga I keep my heat under the seat, if anPunk run up, hope he got his gun upnFrom sundown to sunup I keep it with menAnd I aim to be unloadin on y'all when y'all get menIt's a cryin' shame that you niggaz come from itnBut can't walk through itnWhat is it? I thought you knewnIt was the streets nigga, my feet used to hit itnWhen I didn't have no wheels to go and get itnM J fuckin' G droppin these bars with no regardsnFor snitches and fake broadsnYou ain't hard, you steroid nigga, you big fraudnI remember when them bullets was takin' your lunch cardnI'm a real ghetto politiciannAnd what I got I'm givin'nTo motherfuckers who willin to try to visionnWhat a nigga spittin'nQuit all that whinin' and bitchin'nBetter stop, look and listennPay attention, what you been missin' is some...nn[Chorus x2]nn[Bridge: 8Ball]nYea, come onnStreet niggaz, street niggaznWe sittin' on leather and we grippin' on woodn(The streets is watchin')nWe makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hoodn(The streets is watchin')nMoney over bitches, man it's still all goodn(The streets is watchin')nWe makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hoodnn[Verse 3: Bun B]nWhat can I say about these streets that I be walkin'?nNot too muchnCause where I'm from niggaz ain't motherfuckin talkinnWe'd rather listen and watchnTryin to stack some cars and clothesnA bowl and a glistenin' watch to get my gloss onnI paid the cost to be the boss on these cornersnThat these ballin niggaz floss onnHaters get tossed on, 5-0s get ***ed atnOut-of-towners get robbed and drop thatnAnd can't nobody gonna stop thatnSee it was like this before me, so I'ma do the samenIf you think it's time to change, nigga show menObviously you don't know me, it's time that you learnednNiggaz that try to hold me on my grind'll get burnednI'm down from P.A., Man, West side to east, fooln(Aw come on Bun B, dude, what about peace?)nMayne, fuck peace, foolnYou want some love, ask your momma or the lordnBitch I'm down with Pimp C, UGK be goin hardnCause we some...nn[Chorus x2]