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アーティスト:Fabolous  アルバム:More Street Dreams, Pt. 2: The Mixtape  作詞:IFILL KENNETH A/JACKSON JOHN DAVID/SHAW ERNESTO DAVID JR  作曲:IFILL KENNETH A/JACKSON JOHN DAVID/SHAW ERNESTO DAVID JR 

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(Intro - DJ Clue) Yeah y'all This the Triangle Offense Ghetto Fab Paul Cain, Joe Buddens We all "Street Dreams" At one time or another Fast cars, cash Money, hustlin... C'mon y'all Desert Storm (Chorus - Paul Cain) Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch (Verse 1 - Paul Cain) Now some niggas like to pull out and talk, some niggas pop off Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got lost Some niggas keep it thorough in jail, some niggas got soft Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off And quick to speed off on the jake Quick to back, any nigga gettin money, come up off of the safe Fuck the city, I'm extortin the state I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a .8 When I was taught, never talk wit a snake When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and weight Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate Don't fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake Only jail cats, and niggas going back and forth to court could relate Fuck wit me, and I'ma alter ya fate Send some wolves after ya girl, I specialize in torture and rape We in the game most dudes ain't built for Cain talk the type of shit, niggas get killed for Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't waistin a slug And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in blood, nigga (Chorus - Fabolous) Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch (Verse 2 - Fabolous) These niggas act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lane And ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (Nigga!) Like I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips wit the grass stains (Nigga!) Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!) Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (Nigga!) Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came I knew these niggas sing like


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