S.T.O Dre - Street Stories

Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
I'm on that block and I chill with the murderers
How you a savage but you didn't heard of us
Keep me a Glock just in case they turn on us
That cash in your pocket I need it now
I make music for eternal healing
Stack the cash way way to the ceiling
I'm from the ghetto where killing is normal
My mind is a book street stories yeah yeah
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Get out the streets if you love your mother
Them bullets go flllr flutter
You ion wanna die Betta take cover
I'm buying my bitch chanel
You incarcerated I got bail
Them bullets go rain like hail
Say I stank cause the cush it smell
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
How can I let you fall
If we all had to crawl
With my niggas buy out the mall
You in trouble like geico one call
Don't need to much noise now
You already annoyed me enough
Yo killed really pussy they not tuff
Half the shoot they say really just some bluff
Ay fuck that do do do I had enough
Ain't no police if she bad then you know ima cuff
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories
Street stories

Written by:
Ernest Green

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