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Yo even if I just up, if money's comin give you it moist
And don't be to die, I aint give you a choice
try to kill you 'cause of what they think you got
And the ambulance'll take longer if think you shot
Nigga the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip
In of the store rockin gauze in the woolrich
sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a mean sports coupe 160 on the dash
So I got a Rollie, and it got a lotta ice
I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one
Your brother died, bet your lose another son tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a
Or they free Gotti, so that means never
To my niggas in they wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for beatin a coward to
I y'all, so feel me, even if y'all guilty
Time niggas come home, the god'll be filthy
Even by then these faggots probably be done killed me
I tell my son, it real, give y'all niggas each a bill
So what's the deal, niggas y'all the deal, uh

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go dog, everytime, nothing less
us at the dice game, blowin a thou
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 rich and now you act this
Who them niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam
Without rap my nickels gleam, drug make it seem
Fast, puff hydro and hash like it's nicotine
Fake niggas, rid o them, who flip from
You space, I give your whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who make housecalls when get hit
way the press and the cops run shit, feel me kid
When it comes to thuggin it, nigga my sport
I even pick up your so you won't get caught
Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged as bums
Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten lungs
Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the
by me, scream out, "somebody help this man"
Not even life insurance your fam, I'm takin that
I'm from 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 dog, everytime, nothing less
Catch us at the game, blowin a thou
go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down
We get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot 'less we are we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we it hard to eat

to live, two bullets hittin your ribs
You christen your kids, I let my son to B.I.G
I won't stop til a thousand niggas fit in my
I won't be happy til my last finish his bid
All on the top, yeah you ball in a drop
I'd rather, in a yacht, no callin the cops
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my pop
Givin a cock, blowin away
Baggin the yae, to get a wagon a day
up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water
Watch on the floor, I'll put my glock in your jaw
Niggas think own a label, just signed a deal
You poppin bullshit they might find you killed
throwin the highway, behind the wheel
Or you could do it my way, and chill
You could worship SP sell cracks and
Bitch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the
Run up in your house, alarmin your grill
Drama for real, you seen honor and will
Til you wake up in the mornin and mama is killed

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it
We could get it on, any way shape or
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot 'less we are we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we makin it to eat