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What I Learned From The Streets

This song is by Lil Boosie and appears on the album Incarcerated (2010).

(Lil boosie)
Off Gate, this what I learned from the streets (talk to em)
Handle your beef (yeah)
You playing with keys (keys!)
Sleep with your heat (betta)
You a role model lil partner gotta be neat
All hoes ain't sweet, they messy (they messy)
Everything happens for a reason but they all lessons
If you stressen then pick ur head up (head up!), nigga,
Get your bread up (bread up!), nigga,
If ur scared, scared niggas get they head bust
I make you catch a heart attack, in starter hatch
Just left downtown I got my 40 back
A situation started, nigga I'm never smiling
Beast mode until they take me, got that from ivy
Any nigga who watch you up and down want something you got
Why my enemies iffing me got that from pop
If I flop then its back to selling blocks (fuck it!)
Back to telling niggas they can't hustle in my spot, off the top
My daddy raised me to hate a cop
So all my motherfuckin life, I hated cops
Calv rich told me niggas change when you give them blocks
Nigga told me when I ride better keep it cocked

This what I learned from the streets
Keep it real lil nigga (from the heart)
Keep your steel lil nigga
Fuck these hoes lil nigga
But get ur roles lil nigga
This what I learned from the streets
Watch ur back lil nigga (watcha back)
Keep it strapped lil nigga (keep it strapped)
You lil hatch lil nigga
A real gutter nigga and ur nuts a lil bigga

(Lil boosie verse 2)
Peep all yo surroundings (watch everything)
Money is money so concentrate when you count it
Every nigga who bouncin' ain't no gangsta ass nigga (believe dat)

And I learned that from richas
Spoil all the dopefiends
I learned that from pitchas
Fred city show me how to roll that killa
Big loc show me how to come with rhythm
Ever since then I've been the sickest in the system
Donkey, down an jacobs took me on my first mission
I jumped out bustin' fuck it you ain't saying nothin'
Ivy showed me how to cook it up and get it hard
Put me on this jewellery shit I miss my boy
Look, no matter how good you treat 'em (ooh)
That dope will make 'em do evil learn that from that clown jeefers
These nigga turning on they own people (aunti told me)
These niggas devils out here

The streets told me boy thugga keep that thang on ya
And fuck ur friends cause most niggas they'll change on ya
These streets cold so you gotta keep that heater close
Might be ur boy that's tryin' burn u, dog you never know
Man look these hoes ain't no better they be vulchers too
I crossed one of those niggas and now they crossing u
Just keep it G and handle business like the bosses do
Know you the shit but homie keep 'em flies off of you
Keep ur mouth all open shut when people talk to you
U don't know shit no matter how much time they offer you
Don't stop until you got enough to a vault or 2
And know one thing it's a slight chance ull take a loss or 2
Keep ur eyes open and ya ear all the way to the streets
Its money over everything till you rest in peace
Keep ur eyes open and ya ear all the way to the streets
Its money over everything till you rest in peace

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