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Keep It In The Streets

Yella Beezy

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yella Beezy
Yella Beezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markies Conway
Markies Conway
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MonstaBeatz
MonstaBeatz
Producer
JT
JT
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Like we can hmm... We can go back forth with this shit, you know? You know, just, just don't run to the law Don't run to no police, don't get no man involved, know what I'm sayin? Lot of niggas be talkin' that gang shit, be talkin 'bout what they gon' do, waht they about Soon as somethin' happenin'. you know what I'm saying? They runnin' and tellin' you know Just keep it all the way straight Keep it in the streets, you what I'm saying? We live in a cold world, I be in my own world Young nigga stay two steps ahead and keep that chrome there Eat or get ate, said guard your plate or get gon 'round here Gotta be stronger, though greed and hunger Said keep a strap and watch your back and you'll live longer Smoke you like a stoner, you came around here The youngins got the hood hotter than a suana I'll get shit whacked if you can talk shit back Nigga, keep it in the streets I fire my strao and you can fire your strap But nigga, keep it in the streets Them folks attack and we don't say shit back We don't talk to the police We lay you flat then try to run it back Nigga keep it in the streets If ya gon' beegm nigga, keep it in the street, nigga Ain't shit sweet, nigga, my M'll delete niggas Beat 'em and sleep, niggas Lay low and creep, nigga, low key on the creep, nigga My killer a beast, nigga Street nigga That'll come whack a nigga down with a pipe and heat nigga Sweep niggas Better get ready, promise I do when it's time for fetti Drop drop the bag down, put a hole in your head and Bullets start rainin' just like some confetti Pile up credit, that pressure is heavy Ain't gotta ask, we rockin' shit steady If I get mad, better call up a medic If you want the ani like a sthetic Talkin' petty, I'm talkin' deadly Cock it back and spark his belly Niggas be pussy and takin' friendly I'm really what I be talkin' really Talkin' silly 'bout the nigga You could run but the bullet gonna hawk a nigga Pussy nigga mad 'cause I'm flossin' nigga I'm flossy niggam that's 'bout all his skrilla You don't wanna talk if we talkin' hittas Don't jump in that water if you ain't 'bout that, nigga I'll get shit whacket if you can talk shit back Nigga, keep it in the streets I fire my strap and you can fire your strap But nigga, keep it in the streets Them folks attack and we we don't shit back We don't talk to the police We lay you flat then try to run in back Nigga keep it in the streets We live in a cold world, I be in my own world Young nigga stay two steps ahead and keep that chrome, girl There killers that roam here, so keep that chrome there Eat or get ate, said guard your plate or get gon 'round here Gotta be stronger, through greed and hunger Said keep a strap and watch your back and you'll live longer Smoke you like a stoner, you came around here The youngins got the hood hotter than a sauna I'll get shit whacked if you can talk shit back Nigga, keep it in the streets I fire my strap and you can fire your strap But nigga, keep it the streets Them folks attack and we don't say shit back We don't talk to the police We lay you flat then try to run it back Nigga keep it in the steets
Writer(s): Carron Washington, Markies Deandre Conway Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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