Street life-SP Feat Reen & Tre Williams

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[SP]
DJ OP, waddup my man
SP The Ghost, Poobz extravanganza
Let's go my niggaz

[SP]
I spit pain where the mic is, how life is
And come through on the night shift
I know long days, I know wrong ways
Try to forget about it, blowing on strong haze
Comes back to me when a certain song plays
Catch a vibe when a piano or horn plays
Hit the lab, tell Poobz to pull a beat up
Sit and then roll the weed up
My niggaz still trippin', flippin' goin' to re-up (still rein')
Throwin' rocks at the pen, all the shit for trickin' off senoritas
Brag to ya man on how you doin' better
But can't help him out, now you catch a two in ya newest leather
Bought a Coupe, and they said you was soup (damn)
Now they wanna turn you to soup, throw ya ass for a loop
It aint fruit, boy you dealin' with beef
No 911, keep it real in the street
Stay the fuck in the house, what you huffin' about?
When you go to jail, barely be stuck in the house
Can't go to the yard, niggaz know you a fraud
You ain't lookin' right, anytime a soldier's involved
This rap shit, get niggaz confused
They know about the streets and all the real niggaz'll lose
I could give you the news, but if it give you the blues
Still tryna figure out, when I hitted the jewels
You can wear 'em or please share 'em when I give 'em to you
And I ain't bein' literal, I'm bein' lateral
Your brainwave and my data ain’t compatible
But I can take ya brain away once I splatter you
I don't wanna battle you, rat-tat-tattle you
You don't even matter duke, fuck who you matter to
Nigga

[Tre Williams]
Street Life
it's the only life I know
Street Life
And I can't let this hustle go
Street Life
See I been out here way to long
Street Life
To let someone come run me home

[Reen]
Hah
Yelling fire
Cold beat
Let this fire pause brains nigga
It’s Still greedy
Life’s still miserable
Honor this homey

here I go


It’s green smoke with a hope for life to slow
I’m writing some shit with a hope that it can glow
Spitting on the right curves to knock the low
I’m like a canister ready to blow
Keep my runs up looking where my life got rough
Like a shooting star flickering this stuff
This is life Mr.
Some luck that got stuck, dumb fuck
For a second or two my life is ready to puff
Shine inside with a flame ready to blame
With a Tempted body and a soul to claim
Empty handed with empty space in heart
Enemies numb but still dark in the streets where I left my hock
Too damn eluded in the shades, that are all polluted
A past that was all saluted so damn rooted
But the melody of the rhymes washes the past
True words, I would give up none to last
Who would rest with the pain that can rip the chest?
What’s best? And what’s worse?
Only a moment can define what’s trust
Shit’s like a tickle of dust
Occasional lust from shine to rust
And they all come back when they all do that
I guess life is a circle of pain
Yell fire when it’s all insane
Stay the same kindness is weak homey just play the game

[Tre Williams]
Street Life
it's the only life I know
Street Life
And I can't let this hustle go
Street Life
See I been out here way to long
Street Life
To let someone come run me home

[Reen]
Devil in my punch with a jaw that can crunch
so it's metal for lunch and if you want hearts ya I got a bunch
loveless me the stone heart metal with a loveless beat
so it's my need with a low that can glow my greed
for freedom! who ain't free?
no religion no rules just one god who says 'trust is a tree'
well the roots are strong somehow my days are long
nights are short well in the hood life is hot
when the brain ain't soft I yell fire on the spot
shoot the jewels to make the time stop
rip the rhymes that can pause minds
I bring back times
free mind here
free thoughts
none can pause me, ever
it's life in the streets
dedicated my life to the ones who need me
I' ma live thru shit
I' ma glow thru darkness
Yo it's time to light the darkness


[Tre Williams]
Street Life
it's the only life I know
Street Life
And I can't let this hustle go
Street Life
See I been out here way to long
Street Life
To let someone come run me home
And these streets is all I know
Ohhhhh, yeah (D-Block)
Said it's all I know (Niggaz know what it is)
These streets, oh, these streets
(SP The Ghost, Poobz)
I'll take it all for real(crazy)
Yeah, ohhhh-whoa
Yeah
My life my life my life my life
In these streets
In these streets
See I live in these streets, hustle these streets
Roam in these streets, lay in these streets
Oh
Said it's all I know
These streets, yeah

Sheek louch feat Reen-For You

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[Styles Green]

Yo, they call me Reen, the illustrator of anger you ain’t seen
Blunt roller, gun shots dolente, rush of pain mixed with morphine
Street chauffeur, illist doper, best in worst a negative hoper
One view point of this life being a stage and I’m the joker
Live high, dream big, don’t mix money with rich shit
This is some blunt real big, fuck it when ya low, it’s sick
Fly when you fly gun shots fly in the hood where they all die
But hood is like your mom, blood will always dry for it in style
And niggaz go pop shells that are faceless but still end up popping wings acting aimless
While I’m thinking popping tens to 16’s, tattooed red inks
Passing my niggaz case less disc and I tell em to bump this
Learn from the attire of jesus but when it’s time just be a Nazi pig
You kill one and your killing us all so when you go to war don’t be soft, you better be sick
Life is short in the hood, we don’t pray but yes we got one lord
If it’s a big shot then it’s from a big heart
Gangster to a gentleman, all follow one lord
So my rhymes time if done, let me pass it to big sheek
Let him louch your ass with his big dick

[Sheek Louch]
I see y'all niggaz wanna ride my dick, whatever
Don't put your hands up on me, Sheek'll come out the leather
Put the hammer to your hatin mouth, nail it shut
Get off my dick and get you some butt, try and nut
Cause this nut is macadamian, keep the mack and I'm Damian
This game you don't wanna play me in
Niggaz need somethin to do, you ain't gon ride or clap nothin
Might as well hate from the side, not that ain't good
Bitch I'll push your motherfuckin cap back like you popped open the hood
Flesh burner like somebodykeep puttin in wood
Don't add nothin, don't count nothin unless it's yours
Let me see, he done been on atleast three tours
Bad cars, he atleast get thirty for bars
See that's the problem motherfuckers don't know
But they think that they know what you do and what you don't
Where you live, what it cost, what you gettin for a show
Who your girl, where she from, what you buyin for that ho
So at that I tell you mind your biz
Punch out, take the bus home and mind your kids
Before ya kids be pumpin my work, bitch doin the jerk
Get down and throw sperm on her shirt
Can't be him, he ain't supposed to shine like that
Back with BadBoy that nigga ain't rhyme like that
Damn he hot, you sure? That if you think I'm jiggy nigga
Key to life, Puff, used to be with Biggie nigga
Yeah, S-H-E-E-K L-O-U-C-H B-E sick in the H-E-A-D
I worry when y'all stop hatin, it's a problem, waitin
When I'm back to drinkin old beers like Walter Patin
Easy wider, mouth web like a fuckin spider
Haha, y'all niggaz sweeter than apple cider
I pull a all nighter, pumpin the fifth
Weed and a spliff, nigga it's the curse and the gift