In These Streets Z-Ro (Ft. Nino Brown (USA))

[Intro: Z-Ro]
In these streets
In these streets

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
In these streets
My niggas up to no good
All we do is fuck shit up in the hood
In these streets
I would fix this shit if I could
Since I can't, I'm on that wish a nigga would
In these streets
I keep smoking until my mind gone (Ayy)
Mindin' my fuckin' business, that's what my mind's on (Ayy)
Building something from nothing, type of shit I'm on (Ayy)
Ain't got shit positive to say, stay off of my phone

[Verse 1: Nino Brown]
I done been broke before, sold dope before, went door-to-door bricks (Bricks)
Saw a fiend overdose, puttin' dope in nose, shit got under my skin (Skin)
Big plate, cuttin' crack with a big blade
Sold dope since sixth grade, half ounce to a twenty-eight
At twenty-еight, I was gettin' money, want a big house, want a couplе hundred
Turned thirty, I was facin' thirty, but I beat the case 'cause they paid the jury
Big jewelry, big Rolex, still'll get the dope to your doorstep
Pull up with the top back, see through the roof, that's no cap
I don't rap, I talk shit, blue rag, that's on Crip
Big fire, it's on hip, miss Pop, Pimp, Neighborhood Nip
Real nigga three sixty-five and I'm still real at a leap year
Big gun, Yosemite Sam, nigga better run like Heathcliff