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Uh-huh, Dipset
(They gonâ love me)
Uh, yes, uh
(They gonâ love me)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yes
We live for âem, we die for âem
Chorus:
I love the streets and the (streets donât love me)
Be in the streets and the (streets donât love me)
Die for the streets and the (streets donât love me)
Itâs a cold cold world world world
I love the streets and the (streets donât love me)
Be in the streets and the (streets donât love me)
Die for the streets and the (streets donât love me)
Itâs a cold cold world world world
Now what you say, now what you say (they gonâ love me)
Now what you say, now what you say (they gonâ love me)
Now what you say, now what you say (they gonâ love me)
Now what you say, now what you say (they gonâ love me)
Verse 1:
Can fly or ride around in the drop all day
Or get money, just chillinâ on the block all day
And yeah itâs funny that I love the streets but they donât love me back
Yeah I hug the block but it damn sure donât hug me back
Lost a few homies, still grindinâ it out
Got some problems in the streets, straight iron it out
Yeah, and these mean streets put me in jail
But the streets ainât put up my bail, oh well
You know Rell, still hugginâ it, one life to live
And Iâm reppinâ my block, my strip, thatâs what it is
Got gun boys outside letting it go
I got the block huggers out there selling that snow
And they might get knocked but thatâs the chances we take
You know itâs all for the cake, yeah itâs all for the cake
And I know itâs a chance I can get killed out here
Pants sagginâ, chain swinginâ, and Iâm still out here, yeah
Chorus
Verse 2:
Streets donât love us but we love the streets
We hustle in the fire like we love the heat
Get fly for the bitches, pull the Coupe up, and make âem smile
Pops wasnât there man the streets had to raise the child
Look what it made me, money-hungry and crazy
But I still got the Ruger on me, thatâs my baby
Know some gangstas in ya hood, I be runninâ through there
They ride the 5 in ya projects, I be cominâ through there
Iâm in the streets like mailboxes and stop signs
My money, try to stop mine, I got to pop mine
For real man the streets donât love us yeah the streets donât love us
They let us get the paper, in the end they gonâ cuff us
Yeah, I seen it all, the streets is cold man
Take a young boy, make him look like a old man
It wasnât for the streets, I wouldnât have got on the map
So I carry the hood, look what I got on my back
- Album:
- You Need People Like Me
- Hard As Hell
- Get In Line Or Get Lined Up
- Loyalty
- Black Mask, Black Gloves
- Streets Wanna Know
- For the Hell of It
- Eat With Me or Eat a Box of Bullets
- Street Wars 18: Go Hard or Go Home
- DJ Diggz & DJ Rated R: The Best of Hell Rell
- Show Off
- The Babygrande Recordings Vol. 1
- Dipset Reunion
- Dipset Mania, Vol.4