: [Intro] What, what What, what, what (H-World) What, what, what (All Out) What, what, what, what, what (Take it back to the streets, mutha fucka) What
we in the present building a future Can't go back to yesterday, now I gots to shoot ya They say its politics, but the streets shit to me 'Its All About
the Tri-Boro Victory is endless cause we all want a hero Blazing Saddles so stop horsing around From sunup to sundown, it's the world renowned It's hard
out mentality Where the dogs eat the dogs And the innocent bleed The city can't cope and the cops don't care There's fear in the streets It's a jungle
to make noise With VA and Detroit boys [Pusha T] Twin Nina Ross sisters Promise to never miss ya Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister Extended clips, cocked back
Hummer, spend a G on Amaral From Tennesse to Harlem World dunn-dunn I'm tryin to cop a planet so I could start a world wit thugs They write books on
dude, Eagle street car in tune, Long joe, no short bread, no lorna doon, I'm warning you, We on the move, Bunch of female dogs and garden tools, That'
saved the stats and stunt, I don't need to front Make black history any day, I don't need them off The survey says that by the streets according Kanye
feeling so good, lightning is Sup-doo, I get my own stack, that's why I leave them 200 i never call back, Thats right shawnna pussy rule the world! [
: Verse 1: It started off in Shanny Park On the street of old Nash And it feels so good to escape and just kick it at last My clan had to bring the ruckus
psych You was goin through your act 'til I caught you in the sack And I made you relax when I (hit it hard from the back) Yeah now we back friends And
in my selly I ain't tryna go back, 'cause backwards ain't part of my PJ I need that might dollar to survive in these ghetto streets Them devils want
steppin in your Air Max - BOUNCE! You cockin it back but where dat? BOUNCE! I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets
boys play wit keeps when we bring the toys Wet T-shirts, we search to put in work, cuz Come back for ya homies as you gettin ya dirt dug Congregatin,
nigga back up off me He turn around and bite the police, hmm Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes I slide in the back of a garage, dippin
on my way back to the west coast Still smoking, with a pound of that shit Waiting for me at the crib with my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money
' dogs to West Asia, kept them in a bind Retreat to the sea cliff, strength versus weakness People of the world, let my particles unite [Warcloud:] Aiyo