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These streets ain't got no rules, I ain't got nothing to prove If you ain't got nothing to lose, then I ain't fucking with you my nigga These streets ain't got no rules, and I ain't got nothing to prove If you ain't got nothing to lose, then I ain't fucking with you my nigga Should I cop a plea or fight 'em, I just got indicted And that bullshit don't excite me, fuck if you don't like me I got niggas hiding they hoes, ducking, tucking ice in I heard niggas getting shot at they shows, need another hypeman I got this sexy chocolate bunny, acts so fucking lightskin Always texting 'bout some money, ho I'm nothing like them I was geeked off two tans, I still don't need no new friends They say they beefing with Slim, well I'll believe it when I see him I'm coast to coast with this shit, my reputation precedes me I really ain't fucking with niggas, they either ungrateful or greedy They say it's hard but it's fair, you gotta take it or leave it You either hate it or love it, you better stay with a heater, because These streets ain't got no rules, I ain't got nothing to prove If you ain't got nothing to lose, then I ain't fucking with you my nigga These streets ain't got no rules, and I ain't got nothing to prove If you ain't got nothing to lose, then I ain't fucking with you my nigga These streets ain't got no love neither You ain't got no plug, leave him Residue on my Adidas, heater for a buzzer beater Letras de cancionesIn the cut where I keep it Yeah I'm clutching, I don't fuck with people Paper like a trapper keeper, safe look like I rap for QC Free C Murder, I was taking notes from Master P Idolizing Soulja Slim, are y'all really down to die with me? I stay in my mirror so don't pull up on the side of me I got mine with me, I'ma ask questions later They don't even need private eyes, go on IG to investigate you Stop trying to impress them haters and invest the paper I got the twenties and fifties in the bag right there and a blue strip separate 'em I move premeditated, you'll lose if you hesitate These streets ain't got no rules, I ain't got nothing to prove If you ain't got nothing to lose, then I ain't fucking with you my nigga These streets ain't got no rules, and I ain't got nothing to prove If you ain't got nothing to lose, then I ain't fucking with you my nigga Goddamnit, you're a goddamn genius You must have a goddamn IQ of 160 You are goddamn gifted From Letras Mania