Letras:
Streets Fit But You Know It Album Version

you are really fit You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it You're fit, but you're fit, but you know it You're fit but you know it I think, I'm going

of that Import it, export it in cracker jacks When you get to the projects ask for Black You know what you started with give him half of that He gon give you

round for ya Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble And you can knock on my door But you can't knock the hustle But I- it's like a game of twenty-

But the game been good to meeeee... [Verse 1: Pimp C] UHH, first album went platinum, now you can't go gold Made ya deal with the devil, but you sold

Just when you thought you worse, I'm bringin' you a hearse I make you feel the heat and cold when I'm tellin' the street scroll I got you feelin' the

up and I'mma tell you how the whole thing start Off top I brung Queens up from hard times Rockin' at the Fever, streets was all mine It was my version

gold albums not make you a hitter Might make you a little richer but don't forget the big picture All of those make you a fag but money like Little Richard

round for ya Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble And you can knock on my door But you can't knock the hustle But I- it's like a game of twenty-

than roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your bitches Two gold albums and I'll make you a hitter Might make you a little richer but don't forget the