Streets
T-Top Lyrics


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I started sellin' dope at a early ass age,
I had to make the money cause I had to make the pay,
Charlie McNuddy taught me to rose to the streets,
How to cut it up and put a Nigga on his feet,
Momma i'm sorry but we were damn poor,
Daddy in his casket I ain't have no where to go,
I started skippin school on my lunch breaks,
To go down the road beat the masons down the way,
You screamin platnuim house You screaming it till the end,
But when smoke clear where the fuck all your friends,
I'm Going through these Robbers,I ain't trying to be insanted,
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~CHOURUS~
Calling me at Jackson St.
Thats where I learned how to sell my weed
A half a block from there is the A.S.T
that's where all my hustlers be
A Street (A Street),
A Street (A Street),
A Streeet
A Street A Street A Street
A Street (A Street),
A Street (A Street),
A Streeet,

~LIL SKEE~
Well it be me Lil' Skee
One of da soldiers from A and Jackson,
The masons got i hot so we moved on da corner of Gasden
Do you niggas got some heart, Who the Fuck you asking
You betta get your ass from round here before we start to blassin
Start some acion put some caps in niggas assin
Nigga i'm like Big Ed call me Mr. Assasin
Tounge Lassing, Making these niggas gimme they cashin
Ridding in dem Chevys, Got the 15 Blassin
Swingin and Banging hard got them niggas crashin
A hundred and Thirty-Five on the dashin
Gas smashin,
Buring rubber,
Pull my mask down i'm blastin
Cause we from A st And Jackson

~CHOURUS~
Calling me at Jackson St.
Thats where I learned how to sell my weed
A half a block from there is the A.S.T
that's where all my hustlers be
A Street (A Street),
A Street (A Street),
A Streeet
A Street A Street A Street
A Street (A Street),
A Street (A Street),
A Streeet,

~MOUSELINNI~
A ain't no rapper but i just gotta speak my mind
Sipping some Gin
as put the pen down while im trying to write these rhymes
Part 29 I damn near think my momma's fine
Back in '75 when she gave this playa life
Ain't no use for lyin my daddy hollerin he ain't mine
He commited a crime when he told that fucking lie
Lead me to the streets look how far it is from my profits sellin deed
Thats how we do it on A Street
Yall niggas know me
My name known by Bitches that i will neva meet
But i keep my buisness discrete
It's hard to make it when yall niggas in da hood (hey)
When ya'll wan't what i got, and Portrait my spot
still wan't what musse got
All yall plotting on my goods
I got love for A Stret and some niggas in da hood
and thats from my heart
Cause im a real nigga
Run up on me like im Roman and watch how fast your blood spill nigga

~CHOURUS~
Calling me at Jackson St.
Thats where I learned how to sell my weed
A half a block from there is the A.S.T
that's where all my hustlers be
A Street (A Street),
A Street (A Street),
A Streeet
A Street A Street A Street
A Street (A Street),




A Street (A Street),
A Streeet,

Overall Meaning

In T-Top's song "Streets," the lyrics tell the story of individuals who grew up in a tough neighborhood and turned to selling drugs as a means to survive. The lyrics depict their struggle, the harsh realities they faced, and their determination to overcome their circumstances.


The opening lines reveal that the singer began selling drugs at a young age out of necessity. They needed money to support themselves and make ends meet. They reference Charlie McNuddy, who taught them the ropes of street life, including how to distribute drugs and help others in need. The mention of "putting a Nigga on his feet" implies that they were giving others the means to survive or escape poverty.


The lyrics also touch upon the singer's difficult upbringing. They apologize to their mother for their actions, suggesting that they may have caused pain or disappointment. Additionally, they mention the loss of their father, who was presumably their only source of stability or guidance. With nowhere else to turn, the streets became their refuge.


Skipping school during lunch breaks to engage in criminal activities reflects their desperation. They resorted to violence and confrontation with other gangs in the neighborhood to establish their dominance and protect their territory. The line "You screaming platinum house, you screaming it till the end, but when smoke clears, where the fuck are all your friends?" alludes to the fleeting nature of street credibility and the loyalty of those around them.


The chorus emphasizes the significance of Jackson St., where the singer learned to sell drugs. It is portrayed as a pivotal location where hustlers congregate. It suggests that the neighborhood is known for its criminal activity, and the mention of A.S.T (possibly referring to a known gang) indicates a sense of camaraderie and mutual support among the hustlers.


The verse by Lil' Skee further highlights the gritty nature of the streets. They assert their courage and readiness to face any opposition while requesting others to leave their territory. Their references to violence and retaliation create an atmosphere of danger and aggression within the community. Emphasizing their loyalty to the streets and their community, they highlight their affiliation with A St. and Jackson.


Mouselinni's verse reveals their introspective perspective on their upbringing. They acknowledge the struggles they faced growing up in the neighborhood, pointing out the influence of their parents. They express frustration towards those who envy their success and try to take their place. While they keep their business discreet, they profess their love and loyalty to A Street and their fellow residents.


Overall, the lyrics in "Streets" convey the harsh reality of growing up in an impoverished and dangerous neighborhood. It depicts the singers' efforts to survive and their attachment to their community, even though they engage in illegal activities. The song highlights themes of loyalty, struggle, and the complex dynamics of survival in such an environment.


Line by Line Meaning

I started sellin' dope at a early ass age,
I began selling drugs at a young age.


I had to make the money cause I had to make the pay,
I needed to earn money to support myself.


Charlie McNuddy taught me to rose to the streets,
Charlie McNuddy taught me how to survive in the street life.


How to cut it up and put a Nigga on his feet,
How to divide drugs and help someone get back on their feet.


Momma i'm sorry but we were damn poor,
I apologize to my mother, but we were extremely poor.


Daddy in his casket I ain't have no where to go,
My father passed away and I had no place to turn to.


I started skippin school on my lunch breaks,
I began skipping school during lunchtime.


To go down the road beat the masons down the way,
To confront and defeat our rivals, the masons.


You screamin platnuim house You screaming it till the end,
You boast about your riches and success, claiming it will last forever.


But when smoke clear where the fuck all your friends,
But when trouble arises, where are all your so-called friends?


I'm Going through these Robbers,I ain't trying to be insanted,
I am dealing with dangerous individuals, and I don't want to go crazy.


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Calling me at Jackson St.,
Contacting me on Jackson Street.


Thats where I learned how to sell my weed
That's where I gained experience in selling drugs.


A half a block from there is the A.S.T
The A.S.T is located just half a block away.


that's where all my hustlers be
That's where all the people involved in illegal activities gather.


A Street (A Street),
Referring to the street named A Street.


A Streeet
Emphasizing the name of the street, A Street.


Ain't no use for lyin my daddy hollerin he ain't mine
There's no point in lying, as my father loudly claims that I'm not his child.


He commited a crime when he told that fucking lie
My father committed a wrongdoing by spreading that false lie.


Lead me to the streets look how far it is from my profits sellin deed
Growing up in the streets led me away from legal opportunities, and now I'm focused on making money through illegal activities.


I got love for A Stret and some niggas in da hood
I have genuine affection and loyalty towards A Street and some of the people in the neighborhood.


and thats from my heart
And that genuine sentiment comes from deep within me.


Run up on me like im Roman and watch how fast your blood spill nigga
If you approach me aggressively, you'll quickly regret it as I will retaliate with violence.




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