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Yo even if I cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist
And be scared to die, I aint give you a choice
Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause of what think you got
And the ambulance'll take if they think you shot
Nigga fuck the bullshit, keep a full clip
In front of the store rockin gauze in the
sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a mean sports coupe 160 on the dash
So what I got a Rollie, and it got a ice
I pull my gun out, and bet I get one tonight
Your brother died, bet mother lose another son tonight
I'm clever, time we party, when we beat a body
Or when they free Gotti, so that never
To my niggas in they wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for beatin a coward to
I feel y'all, so feel me, even if guilty
y'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy
Even by then these faggots probably be done killed me
I tell my son, keep it real, give y'all niggas a bill
So the deal, niggas y'all know the deal, uh

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, less
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it
We could get it on, any way or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot we are niggas we are the heat
*We are the and we makin it hard to eat

Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the same way about you
Niggas made you and now you act like this
Who them thuggest niggas on your team, guns to the triple
Without rap my nickels gleam, money make it seem
Fast, niggas puff hydro and like it's nicotine
Fake niggas, rid o them, who flip wealth
You want space, I give whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who housecalls when niggas get hit
That way the press and the run shit, feel me kid
When it comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my
I even pick up shells so you won't get caught
Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as
Pop up, shoot through the bottle, straighten your lungs
the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, scream out, "somebody this man"
Not life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that
I'm Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at
Murderous gat, we no cur in our pack
You owe us dough, have it as that, I it at that, faggots

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, less
us at the dice game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, out, holdin it down
We get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot we are niggas we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we it hard to eat

Spittin to live, two hittin your ribs
You christen kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G
I won't stop til a niggas fit in my crib
I won't be til my last nigga finish his bid
All on the top, yeah you could in a drop
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my pop
Givin a cock, blowin away
the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day
Pick up a quarter, and still throw my in the water
Watch on the floor, I'll put my glock in your jaw
think they own a label, just signed a deal
You poppin that they might find you killed
Slum throwin the highway, behind the
Or you could do it my way, relax and
You could SP sell cracks and peels
Bitch I your mouth while you smoke in the field
Run up in your house, alarmin your grill
Drama for real, you never seen and will
Til you up in the mornin and your mama is killed

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, less
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it
We could get it on, any way or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot we are niggas we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we makin it to eat