The Streets Bleed Murder

[Intro]
(DJ FMCT)

[Chorus]
I can't let 'em leave me dead in these streets
Lord, protect me from my friends, I got my enemies
Lil' nigga jumped up off the porch and died in a week
But in the trenches this how it gotta be (Let's get it)
I can't let 'em leave me dead in these streets (Nah)
Lord, protect me from my friends, I got my enemies
I remember days I had to hustle just to eat
Posted on the block, I'm waitin' on a opp to creep (Let's get it)

[Verse]
It ain't no heart out here (Out here)
These streets is cold, you gotta play it with no fear (Play it with no fear)
Mama so scared, she told me change the way I live
Ridin' down this dirty road, Lord, please take the wheel (Let's get it)
I got this G-lock in my briefs, Amiri saggin' off my waist
I put that Dior on my shoes 'cause I love fashion, ain't shit fake
All that flashin' your little money, put them robbers in your place (Let's get it)
And catch you walkin' out your spot and put them choppers in your face (Rrah)
I don't know homie, he might be the police, but, fuck it, smoke off his top
Some of my homies turned to rats and they got kicked up off the block
And if them bitches wasn't gon' fuck, then they get kicked up out the spot
'Cause it's butt-nakeds on Delané if you ain't doin' it with the box
We got Glocks and all, chase him, watch him fall and kill his kill for free
He lack and all, shorty make one call and then he history
He rap and all, I know he ain't got our back, bitch, what you did for me?
Bitch, we tryna ball and open the doors into the industry
They say this shit get slimey when them Sixers come around
How you pillow talk to bitches? Don't say shit when I'm around
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, only real niggas around
And these fuck niggas get quiet when them killers come around
Bitch, I'm focused more than ever, can't nothin' trick me out my spot
Fuck some friends, it's Only The Family, I get it with my block
If you disrespect my name, then I'ma treat you like a opp
'Cause my life is like a movie, bitch, I gotta see the top

[Chorus]
I can't let 'em leave me dead in these streets
Lord, protect me from my friends, I got my enemies
Lil' nigga jumped up off the porch and died in a week
But in the trenches this how it gotta be (Let's get it)
I can't let 'em leave me dead in these streets (Nah)
Lord, protect me from my friends, I got my enemies
I remember days I had to hustle just to eat
Posted on the block, I'm waitin' on a opp to creep (Let's get it)