Oh you gonna be trippin' bout this busta ass nigga. [Verse 1]. When he was on the streets he used to jack niggas. Ran around the project toting the mac nigga. He had niggas tip had em breaking him off. He had niggas clearing the block when it got dark. Now everybody thought that this nigga was real. But anybody holding a gun can kill. If niggas was on the block they ran when he came. He used to walk on the set and rob the dice game. This nigga was a dog out here in that world. Now he got to the pen and turned the girl. He walking like a bitch this nigga here twistin'. The bitch even sittin' down now when he pissin'. He hugged up with a man on the wall tongue kissin'. He family fucked up they don't even go visit. Now that's the difference between jail and the streets. With a gun you a killa. Without it you're a thrilla. [Chorus]. When you was on the streets you was a solja. And then you got fucked when you went to Angola. You hit the fucking wall with all that mouthin' off. And then you showed fear when you got round them big dogs. When you was on the streets you was a solja. And got turned out when you went to Angola. You hit the fucking wall with all that mouthin' off. And showed your true colors when you got round them big dogs. [Verse 2]. This nigga used to catch ballas slippin' and jack em. This nigga used to catch bad bitches and mack em. He used to serve niggas work out of town and tax em. He used to take his walk up on niggas and wack em. This nigga here name used to carry weight. Nigga passed with they head down couldn't look in his face. This nigga used to act a fool with a 4 4. Now he in the pen getting' shot in his go go. I had a feeling without that strap he was a hoe. Now it came out he done got that lifetime joe. Damn that's somethin' niggas is a trip. They don't open they lip if they ain't got a full clip. Shit never changed doing the same thang. On the streets ya bout it. In that place you're a jing-a-ling. With a gat you a man nowadays your with out it. You needed to be bout it. Cause you soft than soap powder. [Chorus]. [Verse 3]. When you walking up the street with that heat ya creepin'. When you walking down the walk that pink ya sweppin'. When ya standin' over a nigga with that k you a dog. When you getting' that dick from the back you're a broad. you was a man puttin' niggas under white sheets. now that g-string up your ass you the beauty of the week. nigga told ya that out that here doing that crime. take it like a man you get popped then you get that time. you sayin' that you cool and you can handle it. before you got upstate you barely ate in the parish. you ain't got a gun now ain't even got a knife. You had two charges whodi fuck a fight. You can't take a ass whooping ya weaker than weak. Now ya getting your ass rubbed down with grease. You're a clown nobody feels sorry on the block. Ya got get it how ya live in that cell block. [Chorus]. When you was on the streets you was a solja. And then...