[Intro: DJ Drama]
See, you need people like us
So you can point the finger and be like "Oh yeah"
(They know)
Those the bad guys
Black Soprano Mob
BSF, Gangsta Well Respected
[Chorus: Heemer Da Steemer]
We from the struggle, it was hard in the streets
Before rap, so hard in the streets
(Nigga, so hard)
Ten toes down in the concrete
This for my real thugs love to tote heat
All the hustlers posted on them back streets
Scale up, nigga had a slow week (Keep grinding)
He a rat nigga, that's a slow leak
It's the mob, we don't f*ck with police
[Verse 1: Heemer Da Steemer]
It's time to separate the boys from men
These niggas green, don't even separate the fives and tens
I've been counting up wins, trying get me a Benz
Just was standing on the corner with a bundle in Timbs
I'm thinking in M's, she wanna be friends
Told her I ain't got time, plus I'm f*cking her friends
I've been chasing them bands, we ain't' shaking no hands
All the ops must die, told the squad make plans
In the streets I'm connected, nigga highly respected
Throwing dirt on my name but they never direct it
I still smell like cane, [?] fresh out the game
Used to sell propane, my nickname Hold Thing
Probably ain't seen one, so you don't know that talk
Off white in the pot, it came hard like chalk
Get rich out the streets, just don't get caught
Keep your mouth closed, when the feds come don't talk
[Chorus: Heemer Da Steemer]
We from the struggle, it was hard in the streets
Before rap, so hard in the streets
(Nigga, so hard)
Ten toes down in the concrete
This for my real thugs love to tote heat
All the hustlers posted on them back streets
Scale up, nigga had a slow week (It's Ricky)
He a rat nigga, that's a slow leak
It's the mob, we don't f*ck with police
[Verse 2: Ricky Hyde]
All I talk is money and it's fluent, I'm bilingual
Turn my operation to an album with no singles
Just linked up in Dallas with the Mexicans [?]
My youngin [?], he playing with the Eagles
Black Soprano over C-notes, my life is like Casino
I come from the biggest little city, it ain't Reno
Free my brother [?], free my nigga [?]
The hood ain't been the same since like 2003 though
I drink liquor just to cope with it, couldn't be no broke nigga
Since we talking bread, you gotta break it with your close niggas
You sick 'cause what I gross nigga, Miami in a Ghost nigga
30 in the toast nigga, I'm better than most niggas
It's Ricky
[Chorus: Heemer Da Steemer]
We from the struggle, it was hard in the streets
Before rap, so hard in the streets
(Nigga, so hard)
Ten toes down in the concrete
This for my real thugs love to tote heat
All the hustlers posted on them back streets
Scale up, nigga had a slow week (Keep grinding)
He a rat nigga, that's a slow leak
It's the mob, we don't f*ck with police
[Outro: DJ Drama]