Think Like Street

Chorus: Godfather<br>I-I think like, eat like, sleep like street<br>I-I think like, eat like, sleep like street<br>I-I think like, eat like, sleep like street<br>I-I think like, eat like, sleep like street<br><br>[Godfather a/k/a G.O.D.]<br>Forgive me for thinkin this way in a foul state<br>Live bay niggas try hard to escape<br>Grab a taste, get blown 40 gate with this<br>Infamous, murderous shit, the click leave gashes<br>Up in this hard life style, similar to nun wild thuns with guns<br>They bop to a silent beat, walk thru the slums at night<br>Fully on point, animal instinct, ya lids blink<br>Eyes shrink leary of my hood mentality<br>I think like, eat like, sleep like street<br>We battle with the beats till the cypher complete<br>And, never the lessly, true tales come beneath P, peep this<br>Petty dime niggas grow up to be rich<br>Had the time to flip<br>To the end we survive this, born with the liveness<br>Asylus, some godness to be<br><br>[Royal Flush]<br>All I wanna do is eatin it right, hold guns, fist fight<br>Coke out at low price, runnin thru the red light<br>Blast that blue and white, smoke dro wherever I like<br>Car, mansions and bikes, shorties givin head right<br>Pussy off the website, hundred thou on the pitfight<br>With street palmers, six packs and two shotties<br>Still hustle where I caught bodies, the black Gotti<br>Queens I`m in the biz, Dirty South in the Caddy<br>Lovin my life, fuck it if it`s wrong or right<br>Cocaine music, make ya sniff it all night<br>Coast to coast flight, ATL a brick on my white<br>Runnin from Vice, without a deal I still rock mics<br>While I separate the real from ya clown type<br>Bash you with chrome pipes, never been to jail or been sliced<br>Platinum under ice, stand in the dark and make light<br>You said you heard my rhyme? We gonna have to fight<br>Cuz I just made the muthafucka up last night<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Rah Fese a/k/a Hafice]<br>Yo Allah forgive me, for my life beein so shifty<br>Cuttin up fifties, bleed heat, and I try to see a nigga stick me<br>The God be warfare, that left ya back twisted<br>Packin that black biscuit, and get you ya cap twisted<br>Words from all, my elders told me, want my batchers only at towns<br>Remember words that my Grandma once told me<br>Don`t disregard the Bible, cuz it`s all about survival<br>And even I know Pharoah, will never find out where I hid the hydro<br>Undercover still tryin to play hero, gettin chased for DeNiro<br>Have ya heart below zero<br>Cuz the hustle`s a hastle, Pharoah will cut thru ya castle<br>And try to bust you or bash you over a couple of capsules<br>Times a rival, touchin my piece like a thief<br>Cuz seven of soldiers in ghetto warfare found deceased<br><br>Chorus