dj screw june 27th da streets ain't right

Who the fuck is this, pagin' me at 5:46 in the morning? Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin' Wipe the cold out my eye See who's this pagin' me and why It's my nigga, Pop from the barbershop Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with? Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect Nah, them my niggas, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect I didn't say them They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when When you was clockin' minor figures Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you I got the MAC, nigga, tell me what you gonna do Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper

Dj screw june 27th da streets ain't right