Choir Song Feat. Nas
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Yea you know how it be
All my thugs gon' thuggin' the streets
But let the Choir Sing (Choir Humming)

Yea you know how it be
All 'em thugs gon' thuggin' the streets
But let the Choir Sing (Choir Humming)
Now put your hoods on
Put your gloves on, nigga!

Ayo I gotta break these streets shit down
I'm walkin' through Town
I'm holdin' my very big 3-pound
Costumers is floodin' the kid
And it's the first of the month
So many hands I dropped my shit
Pickin' my rocks up
I told the Fiends back off
And now I ain't servin' none of ya'll
Fresh Black Truck hopped in it
Tinted, Rims glissin' got a Bitch in it
Race to the finish nashawn straight Menace
Guineas - in my left hand
While I'm drivin' drunk which on you want
Hand-gun, Machine or the Pump?
I'll murder you, have everybody in your crew
In Black-suit
Your gril in Black vial lookin' Gorgeous
I'mma Gangsta!
Shanksta, body you fuckin' her
I ain't lovin' her, I'm guttin' her
And you know how it be
When you comin' from and livin' in the P's

Yea you know how it be
All my thugs gon' thuggin' the streets
But let the Choir Sing (Choir Humming)

Yea you know how it be
All 'em thugs gon' thuggin' the streets
But let the Choir Sing (Choir Humming)





Now put your hoods on
Put your gloves on, nigga!
Line by Line Meaning

Yea you know how it be
Yes, you are aware of the reality and circumstances of the situation


All 'em thugs gon' thuggin' the streets
All of those gangsters are engaging in criminal activities on the streets


But let the Choir Sing (Choir Humming)
However, it's time to listen to the calming and harmonious sound of the choir


Now put your hoods on
Now, conceal your identity by putting your hood up


Put your gloves on, nigga!
Get ready by wearing gloves, my friend!


Ayo I gotta break these streets shit down
Hey, I need to explain the reality of the streets in detail


I'm walkin' through Town
I'm navigating through the city streets


I'm holdin' my very big 3-pound
I'm carrying a large and powerful firearm


Costumers is floodin' the kid
Customers are approaching me rapidly


And it's the first of the month
It's the beginning of the month


So many hands I dropped my shit
I dropped my merchandise due to overwhelming demand


Pickin' my rocks up
Collecting my illegal drugs from the ground


I told the Fiends back off
I instructed the drug addicts to stay away


And now I ain't servin' none of ya'll
I am no longer selling drugs to any of you


Fresh Black Truck hopped in it
I got into a new black truck


Tinted, Rims glissin' got a Bitch in it
The windows are tinted, the rims are shining, and I have a woman with me


Race to the finish nashawn straight Menace
I'm rushing towards my goal, being a dangerous figure in the process


Guineas - in my left hand
I am holding money in my left hand


While I'm drivin' drunk which on you want
As I drive under the influence of alcohol, which weapon do you prefer?


Hand-gun, Machine or the Pump?
Do you want a handgun, a machine gun, or a shotgun?


I'll murder you, have everybody in your crew
I will kill you and everyone associated with your group


In Black-suit
Dressed in black suits for a funeral


Your gril in Black vial lookin' Gorgeous
Your girlfriend, dressed elegantly, looks stunning


I'mma Gangsta!
I am truly a gangster


Shanksta, body you fuckin' her
I am a ruthless killer, and I am physically intimate with her


I ain't lovin' her, I'm guttin' her
I don't feel affection for her, I am emotionally destroying her


And you know how it be
And you are aware of how things work in this environment


When you comin' from and livin' in the P's
When you are from and residing in the projects




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