| Song | These Streets Keep Me Rollin' |
| Artist | Master P |
| Album | MP Da Last Don (Clean) |
| 作词 : Fiend, Master P | |
| Chorus: x4 | |
| (Master P) | |
| These streets keep me rollin' | |
| Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin' | |
| (Master P) | |
| You see I'm a killer by heart | |
| A G by nature | |
| You see these ho's a love you | |
| And these niggas a hate you | |
| When you young and ballin' | |
| I mean broke and fallin' | |
| I said sleeping and crawlin' | |
| That's when the Devil be callin' | |
| They want to take all your change | |
| T-shirts and khakis | |
| These ho's a love me | |
| Or send some niggas to jack me | |
| The game done change | |
| It's not the same | |
| Da Last Don be my name | |
| Cause I'm tru to da game | |
| I mean a bird in the bush can't touch one in the hand | |
| Out in the streets be lying in a can | |
| I done change and they watch me | |
| The fedz can't stop me | |
| It'll take millions to box me | |
| But the ghetto you got me | |
| Chorus: x4 | |
| (FIEND) | |
| What's the purpose of being the baddest | |
| When some haters a kill for your status | |
| For a taste of lavish | |
| Or follow you home for the cabbage | |
| But look here we savages | |
| Survivors and Soldiers | |
| Fuck with one of us we get in ya vains like embolia | |
| On his casket lies a magnolia | |
| Flower for peace | |
| Sun lying in the faces of his newphew and neice | |
| I'm the beast | |
| You know me FIEND the glock carrier | |
| Fuck with anything of mind I'll have ya pops bury ya | |
| Guns with the sound barrier | |
| Livin for no tomorrow | |
| Show me the dirty cargo | |
| And fuck your family morrows | |
| Boy souls I'm quick to borrow | |
| Gettin' sisters and brothers to | |
| I got something to kill you and a thought of another you | |
| Just another number to | |
| The murder rate in my city | |
| One week all kids born with no pitty | |
| Shitty ain't it | |
| How it's painted | |
| Realness thru my eyes | |
| Just shit we deal with livin these tru lies | |
| Chorus till end |
| zuò cí : Fiend, Master P | |
| Chorus: x4 | |
| Master P | |
| These streets keep me rollin' | |
| Can' t stop cause these presidents I' m holdin' | |
| Master P | |
| You see I' m a killer by heart | |
| A G by nature | |
| You see these ho' s a love you | |
| And these niggas a hate you | |
| When you young and ballin' | |
| I mean broke and fallin' | |
| I said sleeping and crawlin' | |
| That' s when the Devil be callin' | |
| They want to take all your change | |
| Tshirts and khakis | |
| These ho' s a love me | |
| Or send some niggas to jack me | |
| The game done change | |
| It' s not the same | |
| Da Last Don be my name | |
| Cause I' m tru to da game | |
| I mean a bird in the bush can' t touch one in the hand | |
| Out in the streets be lying in a can | |
| I done change and they watch me | |
| The fedz can' t stop me | |
| It' ll take millions to box me | |
| But the ghetto you got me | |
| Chorus: x4 | |
| FIEND | |
| What' s the purpose of being the baddest | |
| When some haters a kill for your status | |
| For a taste of lavish | |
| Or follow you home for the cabbage | |
| But look here we savages | |
| Survivors and Soldiers | |
| Fuck with one of us we get in ya vains like embolia | |
| On his casket lies a magnolia | |
| Flower for peace | |
| Sun lying in the faces of his newphew and neice | |
| I' m the beast | |
| You know me FIEND the glock carrier | |
| Fuck with anything of mind I' ll have ya pops bury ya | |
| Guns with the sound barrier | |
| Livin for no tomorrow | |
| Show me the dirty cargo | |
| And fuck your family morrows | |
| Boy souls I' m quick to borrow | |
| Gettin' sisters and brothers to | |
| I got something to kill you and a thought of another you | |
| Just another number to | |
| The murder rate in my city | |
| One week all kids born with no pitty | |
| Shitty ain' t it | |
| How it' s painted | |
| Realness thru my eyes | |
| Just shit we deal with livin these tru lies | |
| Chorus till end |