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Yo even if I just cooked up, if comin give you it moist
And don't be scared to die, I aint give you a
Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause of they think you got
And the ambulance'll take longer if think you shot
Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss a full clip
In front of the store rockin in the woolrich
Blowin sticky green grass, 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 one tonight
Your died, bet your mother lose another son tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, we beat a body
Or when they free Gotti, so that means
To my niggas in they wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for beatin a to death
I feel y'all, so feel me, 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, keep it real, give y'all each a bill
So what's the deal, niggas know the deal, uh

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing
Catch us at the dice game, a thou
go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down
We could get it on, any way 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 makin it to eat

Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the same way you bitch
made you rich and now you act like this
Who thuggest niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam
rap my nickels gleam, drug money make it seem
Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash it's nicotine
Fake niggas, rid o them, who flip from
You want space, I give whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who make when niggas get hit
That way the press and the cops run shit, me kid
When it comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my
I pick up your shells so you won't get caught
Dumb dumbs, niggas playin as bums
Pop up, shoot the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the
Walk by me, out, "somebody help this man"
Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin
I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the at
gat, we bloodline no cur in our pack
You owe us dough, have it as that, I leave it at that,

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, out, holdin it down
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

Spittin to live, two bullets hittin your
You your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G
I won't stop til a thousand niggas fit in my
I be happy til my last nigga 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 of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
a dime cock, blowin away
Baggin the yae, tryin to get a a day
Pick up a quarter, and throw my chain in the water
Watch on the floor, bitch put my glock in your jaw
Niggas think they own a label, signed a deal
You poppin bullshit they might find you killed
Slum throwin the highway, behind the
Or you could do it my way, and chill
You could worship SP cracks and peels
I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field
Run up in house, then 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
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 and we makin it hard to eat