Street Propaganda Lyrics

Wyld

Non-album songs

Lyrics to Street Propaganda
Street Propaganda Video:
Featuring Owe & The Clipse

(Intro)
Wyld Money
AKA Chiddy Bang Bang bang
Clipse, let's go

(Verse)
Chiddy – name ring bells like Churchill
I could've did anything til the dirt rally
Hundred thousand $ cars when I murk out
Cardio in the kitchen, get the workout
I can have all lane, got a way at
Pure fish, better pray you get your face back
Started out small ball, trade packs, now the top on the drop
Do a 1-2 way back
I can em to yo door in an instant
Center block, titty rock on a imprint
Money don't stop, overtime, check my time clock
I'm taking gwap with me when I hit the pan block
Oversized rocks, steering in coupe cool
Louis Vuitton on me down to the shoe shoe
Yea money bass swag like Bruce Wayne
Set fire to the city, new thang

(Bridge)
I got my arm, I got my hammer hammer
Against the odds odds odds, I'm a gambler gambler
Talkin that street propaganda ganda
The murderers lie, the murderers lie, the murderers lie, the murderers lie
The murderers lie

(Hook)
I got 3 or 4 cops, how can you relate?
I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states
I got 3 or 4 cops, how can you relate?
I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states

(Verse)
If they N me I chop that block like a sensei
Now let's take street to the whip like Kinte
Numb to the taste, but harder freebase
Then off to the highest, spit it like D Bay
This real rap, other cats is cliché
The puts in the pudding, I cook it, I put my foot in
You ain't gotta wonder if we in them streets
Damn right we in the game like Nintendo Wii
We welcome this life when we play for keeps
You know who kin folk be – Jeezy
Ferrari M6, I make it look easy
We done came up like George and Weezy
Squeeze man, says trigger to the finger
For he who thought I was this rap singer
The flood gates open, wrath of Katrina
You can't imagine the hell I'mma bring you

(Bridge)
I got my arm, I got my hammer hammer
Against the odds odds odds, I'm a gambler gambler
Talkin that street propaganda ganda
The murderers lie, the murderers lie, the murderers lie, the murderers lie
The murderers lie

(Hook)
I got 3 or 4 cops, how can you relate?
I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states
I got 3 or 4 cops, how can you relate?
I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states

(Verse)
I'm caught between a rock and a hard place
Pyrex or wrong way
World is mine on my Scarface
Sell butter like it's bar K
Haters wanna see me Shawshanked
Locked up, boxed up in them yall graze
Heart broke and when they see em in that hard 8
The condo, no crawl space
That's the penthouse, all off bay
The indictments, I'm on the last page
The family never tell it, my niggas owe me
Yea, death before dishonor nigga
I turn any city to a sauna nigga
Every small town hit by the tsunami
Swag surf, kilos til the feds find me
Well wow money, we getting wow money
We just killed this shit, take a bow homie

(Bridge)
I got my arm, I got my hammer hammer
Against the odds odds odds, I'm a gambler gambler
Talkin that street propaganda ganda
The murderers lie, the murderers lie, the murderers lie, the murderers lie
The murderers lie

(Hook)
I got 3 or 4 cops, how can you relate?
I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states
I got 3 or 4 cops, how can you relate?
I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states

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