What’s Wrong With The Streets lyrics

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (Wrong with the streets)
This sh*t ain’t like it used to be (sh*t ain’t like it used to be)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (Wrong with the streets)
This sh*t ain’t like it used to be

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
I’m street smart and I know something’s wrong
n*ggas tellin', man, I know it’s going on
Do your time boy, you know you dead wrong
Yeah, I still shine with no diamonds on
The police, yeah, they dirty in these streets
Try to plant some bricks on you, jealousy
The sh*t I rap about attract police
I never change, I’m the same ol' me
What’s going on man, what's really going on
Don’t call my phone, no, n*gga, don’t call my phone
You got caught with five bricks and told a soul
They told on 400 n*ggas, broke the code

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (Wrong with the streets)
This sh*t ain’t like it used to be (sh*t ain’t like it used to be)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (Wrong with the streets)
This sh*t ain’t like it used to be
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Streets sour, these n*ggas cowards, droppin' names
It ain’t the same, the dope game, it done changed
These hoes plotting, the streets watching
I’m all about a f*cking profit, half a ticket out the hood, 'cause I gotta sock it
My young n*ggas pop molly, n*gga, I pop pistols
Death to all snitches, and I hope your family miss you
Suppose to be a street n*gga, but you soft as tissue
I don’t know what’s wrong with these n*ggas
Jumped in the wrong game
In this sh*t for the fame
'Posed to be out here chasing paper, but you chasing b*tches like a lame
But me, I’m multitasking, sending thangs on the plane
Getting pills on the train
You loving it, b*tch n*gga, last week, we ran a train

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (Wrong with the streets)
This sh*t ain’t like it used to be (sh*t ain’t like it used to be)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with the streets (Wrong with the streets)
This sh*t ain’t like it used to be