Suspect chin niggas, no win that, sick ass high 7 Just a trouble on my Ruckus Doc no More death trap that We're Heavy Street light Street yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo Suspect niggas, no win niggas Send niggas back to go, try again All hail me, the good the bag the The around your way, lovely Where for art meth-tical God-child I pack a smile like crocodile Can't it down, oh the shit gon' hit the fan now Spin around let your whole man down, man down
I live by the street code old Never love a hoe, never the dough 'Cause you never who friend or foe Got block solid gold thought Before the blow stroll through the ghetto habitat with no parole Never snitch switch which, keep a fresh of kicks the tongue snatch the weed In case the cops strip search Think first prepare for the worst, you do dirt Remember there's a million hungry niggas with the same
No doubt out Bets the money out Niggas a funny route This is what its all guns and dum-dums Slum bums and Askin' where they come from
Get him for his one, um Sunshine, its time on the front line Ducking the one-time Niggas on the run, where the cameras come this one the anthem Ring the Rosie Pocket of grants
Just because you in the club you ain't thug Sports gloves and gold mugs you ain't Tattoos and screws don't make you thug Sucker for catch a slug, nigga
Suspect chin niggas, no win Send niggas back to go, try again Shotgun slammin' in chestpeice, blaow slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
Carry your eyes and avoid Cell rap blow you for your slide time What you mine We can take it to the yellow lines and we can nine Whether the rhyme or the crime still shine Heavy on the street cut your life support short Never had no love for you so it no love lost Strictly enforced by the street stories get double Hands off I run the torch
They got me fed up the head up Put up or shut up on in them shiny get-up These niggas is funny, bunny actors They hustle backwards, son I they gay rappers Say word, drop stature, dog splash ya, party crash ya The casta, heard the same before and after its over Flood get your brain end the game, its over End of the line out of bitch it's over On the wrong street with no heat he was We somebody should've told ya
Million dollar ice on wrist don't make you thug 'Cause a bitch is sucking dick on your skit you ain't thug Bandannas and bad grammar don't make you Sucker for catching slugs nigga
Suspect niggas, no win niggas Send niggas to go, try again niggas Shotgun slammin' in chestpeice, blaow Shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, Suspect chin niggas, no win Send back to go, try again niggas Shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
With the W burning through flesh Verbally possessed second guess Blow like David Koresh Fuck a vest you a gun to protect your assets Deep in the Aztecs out before the sun set Street wars gimme yours crime is what I for Got galore next time it's at the Wu store If you sleep late, next date is at the cest All you sober MC's, I leave niggas half-baked
is in a choke hold Losin' control bringing by the boatload It drama In the now of Cappadonna My split persona hit their and their baby mama niggas playing with this money while we stayed hungry And kept it it won't make me have to crash, dummy its over You should keep your tucked in And should never run your mouth a suspect chin Now lay it
Just you wild in the club you ain't thug gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug Tattoos and screws don't make you thug Real runnin' with hate and smash love