Street Life
Fiend Lyrics


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You don't wanna fuck around me dogg

I'm the hardest thing out here, watch a young nigga doubt this here
About this here, nothing really taking me out this here
I got this here, smoking plenty pot this year
You see this afro, sometimes I stash my rocks in here
I keeps it hot in here, I gots no fear
Let me give a shout out to my boy, bitch my glock in here
Who really wanna test the tank, well then come stop this here
A lyrical come come this Jones is on top in here
Get a glock in here, who say my beats don't knock in here
Womp, womp, swerlin birds about your lock in here
Not in here, nigga watch this here
I keeps the dub about the give it the fuck up
Cause somebody gonna pop they top in here.

You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me

Got up the game for bigger cash, keep one up in the hand just to let that
trigger blast I'm smoking weed just to keep from whippin ya'll niggas ass
Wanna picture that, a bucked up coming out faces screaming out gimme that
You wanna get it back, to the streets ain't no such thangs as lend me that
Cause where I'm from, these streets is where you kill to be pealed
And what you claim bitch you better be real
Heard me, uh, and the way I feel I need me a bill
And you should know tank doggs don't heal
Uh, I'm the ghetto vet, my partner car pullisin', lately listenin' back
I woulda turned firm when a mack that would didn't blast
Fiend, Get It On Jones, ain't nothing sweet
Your guns from heat cause No Limit still run the streets
Woo

You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
But I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
But I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg




You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
But I don't think they heard me

Overall Meaning

In the song "Street Life" by Fiend, he starts off by warning everyone that they don't want to mess with him because he is the hardest thing out there. He declares that nothing can take him out of the street life he lives and he continues to smoke plenty of marijuana throughout the year. Fiend then reveals that sometimes he even hides his rocks in his afro. He urges everyone to stay away from him because he has no fear and lets everyone know that he has a glock on him at all times. The lyrics continue to express his dominance and superiority over anyone who tries to test him in the streets.


Fiend talks about leaving the game to make more money and keeping a gun on him just in case he needs to use it. He smokes weed to keep from fighting people but if he needs to, he will come out with guns ablaze. He doesn't believe in lending anything because in the streets, you kill to be in power. Fiend proclaims himself as the "ghetto vet" who has seen it all and been through it all. He wraps it up by acknowledging No Limit is still running the streets.


Line by Line Meaning

You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I am warning you not to mess with me.


I'm the hardest thing out here, watch a young nigga doubt this here
I am the toughest guy around here, don't doubt it just because I'm young.


About this here, nothing really taking me out this here
There's nothing that can bring me down from my current state.


I got this here, smoking plenty pot this year
I'm doing well and smoking a lot of weed this year.


You see this afro, sometimes I stash my rocks in here
Sometimes I hide my drugs in my afro.


I keeps it hot in here, I gots no fear
I keep things intense and I'm not afraid of anything.


Let me give a shout out to my boy, bitch my glock in here
I want to shout out my friend while also letting you know that I have my gun with me.


Who really wanna test the tank, well then come stop this here
If you want to try me, come and see what happens.


A lyrical come come this Jones is on top in here
My rhymes are top-notch and I am the best.


Get a glock in here, who say my beats don't knock in here
Bring your gun and see that my music is unbeatable.


Womp, womp, swerlin birds about your lock in here
Birds will be circling around your dead body soon.


Not in here, nigga watch this here
Don't mess with me, watch what I can do.


I keeps the dub about the give it the fuck up
I have a lot of money and I'm willing to give it up if necessary.


Cause somebody gonna pop they top in here.
Someone is going to get killed if they continue to mess with me.


Got up the game for bigger cash, keep one up in the hand just to let that trigger blast
I'm playing the game for money and I keep a gun in my hand ready to shoot.


I'm smoking weed just to keep from whippin ya'll niggas ass
I'm smoking weed to calm down instead of beating people up.


Wanna picture that, a bucked up coming out faces screaming out gimme that
Imagine someone robbing you and you begging for them not to take your things.


You wanna get it back, to the streets ain't no such thangs as lend me that
If you want to get your things back, you have to fight for them because there's no borrowing on the streets.


Cause where I'm from, these streets is where you kill to be pealed
In my area, you have to kill to survive.


And what you claim bitch you better be real
If you claim something, you better be able to back it up.


Heard me, uh, and the way I feel I need me a bill
Believe me when I say I need money.


And you should know tank doggs don't heal
Those associated with me don't quickly forget injuries or insults.


Uh, I'm the ghetto vet, my partner car pullisin', lately listenin' back
I am experienced in dealing with the hardships of the ghetto, my friend is driving and we are listening to music.


I woulda turned firm when a mack that would didn't blast
If someone shot at me, I wouldn't back down and I would shoot back.


Fiend, Get It On Jones, ain't nothing sweet
My name is Fiend, or Get It On Jones, and I am not to be messed with.


Your guns from heat cause No Limit still run the streets
You will need your guns to keep warm because No Limit is still in charge of the streets.


Woo
Exclamation of excitement or victory.




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