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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 give you a choice
Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause of what they you got
And the ambulance'll longer if they think you shot
fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip
In of the store rockin gauze in the woolrich
Blowin 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 died, bet your mother lose another son tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, we beat a body
Or they free Gotti, so that means never
To my in they cell wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for beatin a coward to
I feel y'all, so feel me, even if guilty
Time y'all niggas 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 each a
So what's the deal, 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 game, blowin 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 hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we it hard to eat

Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the way about you bitch
made you rich and now you act like this
Who them thuggest niggas on team, guns to the triple beam
rap my nickels gleam, drug money make it seem
Fast, niggas puff and hash like it's nicotine
Fake niggas, rid o them, who flip from
You want space, I your whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who make housecalls when get hit
That way the press and the cops run shit, me kid
When it to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport
I even pick up shells so you won't get caught
dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums
Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, your lungs
the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, out, "somebody help this man"
Not life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that
I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, 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 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

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

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go dog, everytime, nothing less
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a
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 niggas we are the
*We are the streets* and we it hard to eat