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    Bad Azz / Lyrics

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    "Streetz Illustrated" Lyrics

    Bad Azz feat. Ice Cube

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    Yeah, come on
    Bad Azz is here
    Come on
    All year
    Mister 2000
    All year
    Millennium music
    Mister twenty first century

    Its like race car lights
    Its just like shakin' the dice
    Just pray for your life ain't always makin' it right
    I'm safe in the light
    The subjects to the dangers of all
    They aimin' at cha'll
    And we the ones mostly involved
    It's most of why'all
    Trust me, they don't know me to ball
    See the truth is I don't feel they owe me at all
    The focus is small
    A nigga either broke or he ball
    And me, I smoke til I choke and I cough, drink til I barf
    Sometimes I ain't thinkin' at all
    But I don't pray to take my eyes of why'all
    These streets don't brawl
    (stick 'em up!)
    Don't nobody hesitate to drop a body
    Karate can't do nothing to me
    I got a shawty if anybody need to penetrate 'em
    Now you can die while in the streetz of illustrated
    This world was given to me I went here to make it
    Now you gon' relate to this, or you either hatin'

    [Chorus:]
    We be in 'em streetz, every single day
    We be in 'em streetz, every single day
    We be in 'em streetz, every single day
    (See we just write about it, but you can die about it)
    We be in 'em streetz, every single day
    (Now you can be a see about it nigga G about it)

    Lyrical Rembrandt
    Spend that
    Nigga we put that Henn that
    Since fourteen been makin' green where you want to go and spend that?
    I grin that, hoes
    Now I'm all up in that
    'Bout fifteen min-at
    Car done Lieutenant
    Me and Bad Azz is makin' that dash
    Smokin' that hash
    Spendin' the cash
    If they ask
    Willin' to mash
    When we pass we gon' blast
    Who gon' last this aftermath?
    Who gon' rock shit after that?
    Comin' from a gang bang habitat
    Nigga can't even have that
    Motherfucker didn't even have a gat
    Who the fuck do you think we laughin' at?
    Youse a bitch, youse a snitch, youse the nigga that I have to jack
    I'm the man, gat in hand, didn't think that I'd have to pack
    But I do, fuckin' you, how's your life, can't have it back

    These streetz illustrated
    (And I know they hate it)
    These streetz illustrated
    (And you know I'm hated)
    These streetz illustrated
    (Lyrics nigga play it)
    These streetz illustrated
    (Rhymes X rated)

    We just write about it
    But you can die about it
    Now you can be a see about it nigga G about it
    See we just write about it
    But you can die about it
    Now you can be a see about it nigga G about it

    We be in 'em streetz, every single day
    We be in 'em streetz, every single day
    We be in 'em streetz, every single day
    We be in 'em streetz, every single day
    We be in 'em streetz, every single day
    (See we just write about it, but you can die about it)

    We be in 'em streetz, every single day
    (Now you can be a see about it nigga G about it)
    We be in 'em streetz, every single day
    (See we just write about it, but you can die about it)
    We be in 'em streetz, every single day
    (Now you can be a see about it nigga we about it)
    Streetz illustrated, nigga

    Its that West Coast slug, that crip shit
    That thuggin' heavy with yo head to get yo grip quick
    We here to claim our own gold Daytonas
    To slide through in the lak with the ray chrome on 'em
    Jump to it, and I ain't never gotta, bounce back
    I count stacks
    Just cop with me and ounce sack
    Announce back
    You big mouth hater, you, we hit back
    We got slugs in exchange for you
    You underminded, we a keep ya here and change the truth
    If you can find us we got drugs in exchange for lute
    The cops got pictures of our mugs and our gangsta suits
    Traffic ain't shit ta niggas like us with a 20 proof
    We make it really hot
    And those that really cops
    Somebody that really shot
    See how much you really got
    The streetz'll eat you up
    If they don't catch you first and beat you up
    Nigga the little kids'll eat you up!

    [Chorus: Repeat 2X]

    We just write about it
    But you can die about it
    Now you can be a see about it nigga G about it
    See we just write about it
    But you can die about it
    Now you can be a see about it nigga we about it

    I'm low life'n with this nigga wit an attitude
    Just low life'n with this nigga wit an attitude
    Just low life'n with this nigga wit an attitude
    Just low life'n and I might point my gat at you

    [Chorus: Repeat 2X]
    Motherfucker
    Take a picture, trick!
    This song was submitted on September 19th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by David Drew, Jamar A. ("badass") Stamps, O'shea Jackson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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