Herb Mc Gruff - I Keep My Palm On The Handle ( Lyrics )

Hello Everyone . This channel is not created for any profit . If you are against uploading any music or photo to my channel, please write to me and I delete it immediately . Yeah This Herb McGruff This right here goes out To all the real brothers in the street That do what they gotta do to eat Word, fuck them cops on the beat Check it out yo Hey yo [Hook x4] The streets is a gamble Keep my palm on the handle It's all about survivin' So a brotha gotta scramble [Verse 1] Hey yo the streets is my bread and butter I'm slicing chumps with my metal shutter To slump them in the ghetto gutter 'Cause where I'm from only the strong survive, kid I did about 5 bids for mad shit that I've did And any chump I buck, I finish Yo, it's Gruff the menace Straight outta 139 and fuckin' Lennox I got shit sold, yeah, I'm runnin' things Puttin' holes in nigga's heads The size of motherfuckin' onion rings Because it's all about the cash and the turf For those who talk trash I'll put they ass in the earth, yeah My line of work, babe, is hits and hustle I know we hardly spend no time, boo But still and all I love you Every single day, yo, I'm tired of hearin' sirens But I gotta hit the street 'Cause the white man ain't hirin' But that's suttin' I gotta handle Because I'm a man who Know the streets is a gamble [Hook x4] The streets is a gamble Keep my palm on the handle It's all about survivin' So a brotha gotta scramble [Verse 2] Like I said, yo, the street is how I eat Police be on the beats yo, but I still pack my heat I gotta get cash and cold build up my stash The money's coming fast, but how long its gonna last? The streets is a gamble, but yo I'm a gamble takin' high roller And my turf; I'm ready to die over Nowadays you can't trust a soul Cross Gruff and I'ma bust a hole In your head and make it fuckin' swoll' You're lookin' for the enemy They might be in your Benz car Just know, who your friends are 'Cause it's all about the endz, pa But yo, The Gruff is mad street wise And on my waist; my heat lies You creep guys Whoever my pistol meets; dies Hey yo, this man is known for trigger squeezin' And leavin' niggas bleedin' And the reason? Because it's duck season So just listen to this vandal Who's always in some scandal, yeah And know the streets is a gamble [Verse 3] Yo, it ain't no joke When I'm broke and gettin' smoked Throw papi in the yoke Slit his throat to take the coke Because that's how I'm livin' in the streets Gruff play for keeps Me and my peeps TNT makin' sweeps But I ain't even worried about Those creatures in the caravan Jeeps They rushin' leaps On a brotha who sleeps I'm on point, like a needle Even though, I smoke the lethal And keep the Desert Eagle To protect me and my people I'm know for tearin' off lids Never ran with soft kids The brothas that I run with I met doin' up North bids It's Herb McGruff, you know the deal cops 'Cause when the steel pops Whoever cap', my peel drops I keep it real, hops Puttin' holes in suckas, like a sandal McGruff; the violent vandal, yeah Hey yo, the streets is a gamble [Hook x4] The streets is a gamble Keep my palm on the handle It's all about survivin' So a brotha gotta scramble [Outro] Yeah, that's how we do it in the streets You know what I'm sayin'? Word Yo peace to the NFL crew Peace to my man Wayne, Don Yo everybody you know what I'm sayin' Word, and I'm out