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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 you a choice
Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause of what they you got
And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you
Nigga the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip
In front of the rockin gauze in the woolrich
sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a sports coupe with 160 on the dash
So what I got a Rollie, and it got a ice
I my gun out, and bet I get another one tonight
Your brother died, bet your 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 niggas in cell wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for beatin a to death
I feel y'all, so me, even if y'all 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 the deal, niggas 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
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 niggas we are the
*We are the streets* and we it hard to eat

Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the way about you bitch
Niggas you rich and now you act like 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 from wealth
You want space, I 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 to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport
I even pick up your shells so you get caught
Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged as bums
Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten lungs
Take the bum off, buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, scream out, "somebody help 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 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 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 and we makin it hard 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 fit in my crib
I won't be til my last nigga finish his bid
All on the top, yeah you could ball in a
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no the cops
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my pop
Givin a dime cock, blowin
the yae, tryin 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
think they own a label, just signed a deal
You poppin that bullshit they find you killed
Slum throwin the highway, the wheel
Or you could do it my way, relax and
You could worship SP sell cracks and
I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field
Run up in your house, then alarmin grill
Drama for real, you never seen honor and
Til you up in the mornin 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 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