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Artist/Band: Master P
Lyrics for Song: Somethin For The Street
Lyrics for Album: The Ghettos Tryin To Kill Me! [1994]

Damn Silkk keep shaking that motherfucker its bubbling up now

There it is there it is right there

Ok, I'm a shake it a little while longer

That's the jent their fool

Verse 1

In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope

Breaking down the keys cutting them up like Riddick Bowe

Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends

Not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystal clean

And just like 7 Up

Shake the shit well till the motherfucker bubble up

And now its time for the testing of the dope

Bring in the junkie and if he choke than its good smoke

Now its off to the hood

?? til we open up shop partner but its all good

And just in case you wanna find me

King George with the tech 9 standing right behind me

Silkk and Ed in the Benz as the decoy

And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy

C-Murder doing time in the county jail

It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years

For some player hating snitching bitch

And after 12 o'clock partner we going to handle this

Put they heads on flat like Lawerence Taylor

Bullets flying everywhere they'll never find a cap peeler

With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty

I'm a criss cross that ass I'm not the mack daddy

I'm a put that ass to sleep

And its a message from the motherfucking street


Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Verse 2

Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets

OG blood in my veins, but they don't know the P

Cause if they did they be ducking

Cause where I'm from its bout jacking and busting

Catch you slipping that could cost you your grave man

Triple gold ones the mark of a dead man

So why you slanging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's

Cause in my street you'll get jacked in the county streets


Verse 3

I'm in the black chev coming down the highway

With the bump in the trunk leaning sideway

Tacked out with my 40 on my side g

Bumping shit like The Ghetto's Trying to Kill Me

See in 94 them bitches can't fade me

And to your dome its a 9 a 380

Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that ass

You see the No Limit mob you better move fast

Being real cause the P don't high side

89 did my first fucking drive-by

Open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd

They started yelling as the bithces started falling down

All I heard was sirens by the police

Ran thru the crowd act liked it wasn't me

Niggas in the back of the chev getting chroniced out

Just handled our business and we slowly smashed out

Now we on the freeway

Danked out, just bust caps and we got away

TRU g's in the dope game

But always coming thru with something funky for the streets man


Album Lyrics: The Ghettos Tryin To Kill Me! [1994]

Master P
"The Ghettos Tryin To Kill Me! [1994]"

1. The Ghetto's Tryin To Kill Me
2. Always Look A Man In The Eyes
3. Late Night Creepin'
4. I Got That Dank
5. Robbery
6. Playa Haterz
7. Some Jack
8. Somethin For The Street
9. Bastard Child
10. Hands Of A Dead Man
11. 211
12. Just An Everyday Thang
13. No Limit Party