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Yo even if I cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist
And don't be scared to die, I aint you a choice
Niggas'll try to kill you of what they think you got
And the ambulance'll take if they think you shot
Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss a full clip
In front of the store rockin in the woolrich
Blowin sticky grass, that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a mean sports with 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, when we a body
Or when they free Gotti, so that never
To my niggas in they wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for a coward to death
I feel y'all, so feel me, if y'all guilty
Time y'all niggas come home, the be filthy
Even though by then these faggots probably be done me
I tell my son, keep it real, give niggas each a bill
So what's the deal, y'all know the deal, uh

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 could get it on, any way 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 makin it to eat

Ayo, you say me, I feel the same way about you bitch
Niggas made you rich and now you act like
Who them thuggest niggas on your team, to the triple beam
Without rap my gleam, drug money make it seem
Fast, niggas puff hydro and like 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 and the cops run shit, feel me kid
When it comes to thuggin it, that's my sport
I even pick up your shells so you won't get
Dumb dumbs, camouflaged 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, scream out, "somebody help man"
Not even life helpin your fam, I'm takin that
I'm Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at
Murderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our
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 hard dog, everytime, nothing
Catch us at the game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, out, holdin it down
We could get it on, any way shape or
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the
*We are the streets* and we makin it to eat

Spittin to live, two bullets your ribs
You your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G
I stop til a thousand niggas fit in my crib
I won't be happy til my last nigga his bid
All on the top, yeah you ball in a drop
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no the cops
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my 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
on the floor, bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw
Niggas they own a label, just signed a deal
You poppin that they might find you killed
throwin the highway, behind the wheel
Or you could do it my way, relax and
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 and your mama is killed

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, coppin out, 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 and we makin it hard to eat