Street Made DJ Muggs (Ft. Freddie Gibbs & Scarface)

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah
Jheeze
Yeah-yeah

[Verse 1: Scarface & Freddie Gibbs]
I'm what the streets made, street raised
Representing for the homies on lock, the six-feet grave
And these days it's a must you stay solid
The rules you should follow is eat or you get swallowed, homie
Now stand up, put your motherfucking hands up
This ain't no jack move, nigga, pull your pants up
And man up, you out here looking like a dancer
Jo Jo, shooting at children, and that's a no-no
You up the .4-4, you better be ready for what's behind it
These niggas ain't playing, they come to find him
Now let the streetlights blind him, staring at his eyеs wide shut
The way they did it was fuckеd up
But that's how it goes, one minute, you ten toes
And the next, you hear a pop and you bleeding and out cold
These youngsters amongst us thinking they 'bout to punk us
And don't realize that we the ones that got shit crunk up
If you a father then you raise your son
If you a momma, pray those days don't come
Death is permanent, ain't no coming back from that
You ain't the only one walking 'round strapped, in fact
They got guns everywhere you look
A potential killer lurks in every hand you shook
Yo, we did it for dope and the dollar signs
You did it for likes all on your lies, surprise (Uh, yeah)