The Streets Is My Studio (feat. C-Bo)

Tired of these rap **** acting like they active

They ain't never had no action

This shit right here for the low life

****, the ones on the bottom

You ain't never told the big homie you got it when you spotted

**** on sight for life

Disrespect the respect that you get rejected

Yeah

Coward die a thousand death, ****, that's right

****, you a rapper

You ain't no scrapper

Pop dope off a rap jack

You ain't no scrapper

You ain't put no work in

We know you ain't no clapper

You ain't got no time on that main line

You ain't active

****, you a rapper

Better stick to that rapping

Cause once you get packed out

You'll never get packed in

And little homies black out

Worse than cancer

This camp out this hamper

Put your life inside a pamper

Better stick to that studio

Stay up off that toner

You ain't never put no work in

You ain't got no karma

Life ain't never been full of drama

Homies had me out the window

12 years old, that's on my mama

Street **** you fear tell you I'm somethin' else

When the banana pop out they cake

You gettin' somethin' else

Yeah, I don't fuck with no rap, ****

Shit, I might have to slap a ****

And clap those in back of ****

Like, fuck those inactive ****

Save me a spot on that main line

Ain't about family time

It's back-to-back with ****

Playin' in these streets

Fuck around and get your bitch shot

For makin' you a big shot

Chase you down in that big block

You born full of hoes

Got hoes stickin' out of air windows

We out here fishin' on these river ****

Sacramento King

Gorilla Garden's a swing if I roll

Make every line in the jungle

Come out even to score

****, you a rapper

You ain't no scrapper

Bout to dope off a rap check

You ain't no scrapper

You ain't put no work in

We know you ain't no clapper

You ain't got no time on that main line

You ain't actin

****, you a rapper

Better stick to that rappin

Once you get packed out

You'll never get packed in

Little homies black out

Worse than cancer

Food is K about this hammer

Put your life inside of hammer

While you was in the studio

Sellin' my life

I was in the trenches

Livin' your lies

This is the G-code

No women, no children

Rapists and pedophiles

Are the real fuckin' villains

Silence is violence

And I don't promote snitchin

But real men stand up

For the women and children

As for givin' someone up

To reduce your sentence?

You gon' fuck around

And need some stitches!

Do your time like a man, bitch

It ain't that hard

Real recognize

Real will pull your card

You'll be in P.C.

When you leave the infirmary

Funny paperwork

Don't fly around here, you see

You ain't a soldier

You's a pawn

And I'll strike you down

You've been suckin' dick to get

Where you at right now

You're a slave with no masters

And a bitch gettin' pimped

If life were Pulp Fiction

Then you'd be the gimp, motherfucker

****, you a rapper

You ain't no scrapper

I dope off a rap check

You ain't no trapper

You ain't puttin' no work in

We know you ain't no clapper

You ain't got no time on that main line

You ain't an actor

****, you a rapper

Better stick to that rappin

Once you get packed out

You'll never get packed in

My lil' homies black out

Worse than cancer

Who does care about this hamper

Put your life inside of hamper