The Streets 8Ball & MJG (Ft. Bun B)

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Off brand niggas we ain't fuckin with y'all
Catch up with ya kind cuz you ain't touchin a dog
Imitation fake like Gucci suits niggas be wearin
Nigga like me hit the room and all the bitches be starin'
I'm not fine I'm not cute, they just know I got some loot
Grippin wood, lookin good '24s make them choose
Nine times out of ten the bitches bad news
Hit the dick and start actin like a motherfuckin' fool
Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes
Pop a tag every day, that's what ghetto niggas do
Hustle hard, spread all the bread with my crew
When we in the club they be poppin bottles too
We crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it's on
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone
I rap like I'm quick enough but catch 'em full of zones
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone, nigga

[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Street niggas (keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street niggas (push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
Street niggas (keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street niggas (push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)