Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Antonio Ortiz
Performer
Hailey Kilgore
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angela Hunte
Songwriter
Deleno Matthews
Songwriter
Leroy Watson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deleno Matthews
Producer
Alberto De Icaza
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Say your goodbye, you on the wrong side (yeah)
From day one we make the rules (uh huh)
So don't play us like no fools, oh street life
Nobody warned ya
They can talk like they want it
But, they don't really want the street life (uh)
Stuffin' bully, double shotty, shootin' up your lobby
These streets need a body, I'm too famous
Me and my **** by the Friggas
Puttin' bodies in rivers, robbin' for major figures (street life)
I was born in the gutters, it's outside
And outside is where I earn my stripes, I'm about mine
Corner bodega, play the **** like Sega
Apply the pressure like ****, that's how I do pretenders
(Oh street life)
So fuck four quarters and two dimes
The shotty and the best with two nines, it's high
Just few months, same old soup reheated
Fuckin' money I needed, every case I beat it
Every honey I skeeted needed a gangsta
Every block I'm on, I'm weeded, ready to shank ya
Wings most wanted, from 40 projects
Over the guy I all grew, y'all **** know how I do this thing
Say your goodbye, you on the wrong side
From day one we make the rules
So don't play us like no fools, oh street life
Nobody warned ya
They can talk like they want it
But they don't really want street life
Every fucking morning, I'm looking to get the payout
Before you rob the stash house, better know the layout
When bullets spray out, **** live and **** die
Should've been a double homi, two **** survive
(Street life) that's Queens for ya, fiends on every corner need a team of lawyers
Dreams turn into schemes, triple beams
And porterhouse steaks baggin' the product
The streets need a potty, I knew it before I caught up
Your block shot up, a 100 and 40 reasons why you no longer breathing
Bitch ass, we even, it's famous
Put **** on the news with my statements
On me, I'm coming for them payments
And funeral arrangements, kissing your mama
At the wake with a bouquet of flowers
And heartache for your girl, it's my world
Southside Jamaica, Queens, it's always a murder scene
See what I mean?
You know how they do in them streets
They're catching bullets, they're here to go
But on the street, I care, but they ain't even scared
'Cause now, they have no fear, the bullets fly
But they never die, oh, street life
Oh, street life
(Streets need a body, streets need a body)
I'm coming from the streets (street life), streets need a body
I'm what your **** was, say something about me
Bring out the whole hood, say something about me
The streets need a body, the shotty is on me
I'm coming from the streets, streets need a body
I'm what your **** was, say something about me
Bring out the whole hood, say something about me
The streets need a body, the shotty is on me, on me, on me
(Streets, streets need a-, streets, streets need a)
Written by: Angela Hunte, Deleno Matthews, Leroy Watson


