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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 give you a choice
Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause of what they you got
And the ambulance'll take longer if they you shot
Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss a full clip
In front of the store gauze 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 brother died, bet mother lose another son tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, when we a body
Or when free Gotti, so that means never
To my niggas in they cell wit a of rec
Or K.L., for beatin a coward to
I y'all, so feel me, even if y'all guilty
Time y'all niggas come home, the be filthy
Even though by these faggots probably be done killed me
I my son, keep it real, give y'all 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 hard dog, everytime, nothing
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a
Never go in to trial, coppin out, 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 it hard to eat

Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the same way you bitch
Niggas made you rich and now you act this
Who thuggest 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 wealth
You want space, I give whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who make housecalls niggas get hit
way the press and the cops run shit, feel me kid
When it comes to it, nigga that's my sport
I even pick up shells so you won't get caught
Dumb dumbs, camouflaged playin as bums
Pop up, shoot the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
Take the bum 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 from motherfucker, where the murderers at
Murderous gat, we 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 hard dog, everytime, nothing
us at the dice game, blowin a thou
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 we are niggas we are the heat
*We are the and we makin it hard to eat

to live, two bullets hittin your ribs
You christen kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G
I won't 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, to get a wagon 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, just a deal
You poppin that bullshit they find you killed
Slum throwin the highway, the wheel
Or you do it my way, relax and chill
You worship SP sell cracks and peels
Bitch I smack mouth while you smoke in the field
Run up in your house, then your grill
Drama for real, you seen honor and will
Til you wake up in the mornin and your 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, coppin out, holdin it
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 it hard to eat