Mc Eiht – Streets Don't Love U lyrics

[Verse

1] Geah
It's, 187 cause I'm back on the block Quick
to shoot first wit the gat that stay cocked It's
real gangsta shit nigga It's, on lock West
coast compton The, town that rock Follow
the cracked up roll down the compton block Not
school But, I'm the motherfuckin neighborhood jock Whether
ntv rock or chop ya in But
the team coast sported boy rude a flame My
name not household I, ain't pac But
on the underground fool Yeah, I'm on top I
don't play for the mainstream Fuck, around Have, you playin wit the red beam Fuck
around few, shots leave ya gang green Slumped
over front, seat wit a cold lean Fa
sho I, be first in line to start static wit y'all Have
ya mama at the pad awaiting the call West
coast West, side East, side We, slide Anywhere
y'all want it Nowhere, to hide Geah
[Chorus]

Creep
wit the sleeper Wit, the locust look up on my face You
six feet deeper And, you can't wake Rain, drop's fallin These
street's don't love you But, they can love you They
follow me though [Verse

2] Beef
ain't a dvd It's, automatic I'm
gone off the hood life So, call me an addict In
the land where girls got plastic tits Niggaz
wit plastic grips ready to start shit Who
the fuck y'all wit And? where y'all from Hollows?
quick to follow the philly stomp How
come y'all tryin to play the thug act Just?
the way that a copycat gon react And
the impact when the chambers slide back In-Depth
description of the carjack And
you know that tattoo when the arm's raised The
shots penetrate you and they don't graze I
just blaze Just, like school days I
run wit a frat of boys We, so crazed Creepin
So, amazing We, a little iraq when we start engaging Any
nigga I smack My, machine is raging Gun
tucked when I gotta fuckin rhyme on stage Man, [Chorus]

[Verse

3] Been
under the hood spell for so damn long My
life in the streets just can't be wrong I'm
hardcore Motherfucker, Ain't, no joke I'm
old school like a pimp Likely, to trip No
chip on ya shoulder Likely, to knock it off Every
motherfuckin rhyme you rock is soft Burn
Weak, niggaz burn, Wannabe
o g.But., you can't earn want
to see us flee But, you gon learn Just
wait Sky, free See, the wheels turn Hustlas
Ridahs, Hoes, Ex-cons, Grown, westside boys like lil jon I'ma
bang compton til the break of dawn Late
night hype Mean, bodies on the lawn Former
has been dickies sure ain't strong But
I'll jack for ya jewels and head straight to the pawn Geah
[Chorus]