Lyrics
We in the streets playa get ya mail, Theres only two places you'll end up, Either dead or in jail, Still nowhere to go, Still nowhere to go, Now get ya hands up hustlas, bustas, boostas, hoes, Everybody fuck that! Still nowhere to go, Still nowhere to go
Two words, Wizdumb, Combined into one
Sun Shine, Getcha Gun, Run Time, Hit and run
Never stop, Can't stop, Won't stop, Blocks hot
Rock spots, Drop tops, Make way for glock shots
Revolution movement, Resolution two clips
Poor economy, Drug lords, and Robberies
Slums, Porches, Honesty, Trucks, Stores, Poverty
Sucks for the bottom peeps, Up more with lotteries
Two words, Hiphop, Combined into one
Some times, It's fun, Other times, It's fucked
Pimp cups, Wrist stuff, Cristal cippas
Missin the, Point that, We try, To manifest
Getcha vest, Prepare for slugs that hit ya chest
Cigarettes, Blunts, Nickelbags, Pumps, Punks, Bitches, Sex
Every set, Doesn't matter, Everybody Move!
Get ya check, What you can, Everybody Move!
Now get ya hands up hustlas, bustas, boostas, hoes, Everybody fuck that! Still nowhere to go, Still nowhere to go (Repeat 2X)
