Only A Customer - Streets Is Watching/Soundtrack Version

Songs title：You’re only a customer

Ha ha, ha ha, roc-a-fella yall

Futuristic s**t beeotch

Uh, what the f**k?

How we do

How we do

Uh ha

Triple platnum n***a with the solid gold fade

All that nickle and dime **, dont hold no weight

Fortune 5, top 5 in the forbes （youll see） as you

Thumb through the source I read the ride report

Class c, cold me down with the plastic

Thats all I ask of you, like raphael saadiq

At the hotel, nico, robbin the val suite

My peoples eyes through the peep hole

Im lovin you down freak as i

Shoot through the city like a rumor

Not soon enough, to stop em from spreadin the news

Paper headin read jay-z breaths, 80 degrees

The only thing to cool them off is a malibu day breeze

Cant sop for the feds, say cheese

You know they wanna take a n***a picture

Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now

Jigga hasnt done dirt in a while

You know my stomach getin weak from livin on the streets for real

Tryin to oversee it from suites, orderin eats

At the top where the criminal minds meet

Thats where the cream is （right） , thats where your dream is （well aint it?）

Youre only a customer （uh）

Walkin in the presence of hustlers

You spend money all night long

All night long - mary j

Blige

A-yo my youth had a n***a too aggressive

I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed

No thought infested

Hittin pot holes, cop-os will snatch your weight

But your game most precious

Had to rethink things, is pinky ring worth

Life on the run and time served in sing sing

I dont know to tell the truth

If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul irv gotti yall

Heads got to roll

I was raised to live, lord I pray you forgive

If not, I just handle it like jason kidd

What youre facin is official （its official）

Most cases when I'm blazin wont miss you （wont miss you）

Case and point mad bullshitted issue

I see it to the end, my writting is so personal

My heart bleedin out my pen, make no mistake aobut me

Its only one n***a livin, I got a half a cake about me

I got love, to make a n***a die bleedin is nothin

You make a motherf**ker die breathin then you sayin somthing, beeotch

More flavor than yall can image havin

Graphic like sega, saturn, traffic like the bodega

It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dive

My brain aint right from inhaling the work of my life

F**k it, 3s in ya, had to hold

D.c

High pissy off cristle

3 gs high seasoned bacardy, uvs

Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party

Play yourself go head if you dont no the ledge

Its like spittin to god

Get it in your face f**kin with ** over your head

Take your time with me, shiftee

Use to make ** stretch like the samplin a 950

** with that, while I'm o a kawasoki bike

At the light, doin a pike, with a b***h on the back

And take flight, my life like it was directed by hype

In 35 slow-mo, with the rockafella logo

Accapoco to arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga

Very little loot, a loser

In the grashish blueish, les coup its the root of evil in these people

You're only a customer

When you're walkin' in the presence of hustlers

(Spend money all night)

You're only a customer (Ah ha)

When you're walkin' in the presence of hustlers (Spend money all night)

Futuristic **

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