his sick premeditated, murder caper [Street Life] I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush Spot rusher get touched backed up
want me back in) Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Niggas want me back in) Word up, our
be praying for it Eventually you'll have your day in court And I done been a witness to homocide Seen a whole family die Before the stones of diamonds
give back Forever way you like me Or some form of back breaker Cause you're caught up in what might be Or what we know how to make up Last time our signals
as the stones in my diamond rings You can hate my guts, but I'm gone do these things, bitch Ahhh why have a nine, when I can have a ten Lickin up the
you was just leavin' After I quit sqeezin' I'm the shit fool Every year in my past, my shit list grew Niggas switched up and got ripped up like Rick Rude
on her back for bread instead of talkin about her show her how to earn it with out openin her legs why my people rather be pointin fingers and turn up
and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene, just got some drank from that boy with that bird, and you know we just hooked us up on some syrup, now you
boys, 12 inch woofers in the trunk making big noise, Got the big toys(toys), dont make me have to blast, Let a hundred rounds go, you do a hundred yard dash, Back up
away But still prayin' in Jesus' name. Tryna' turn our voices up, And the government tones us down. Now the gats is goin' up, And the hood is goin' down
win But I'mma build it ground up, once again I kill these rappers early in the game, abortion Spit a verse like lemme get ya fam, extortion Send these niggas back
nigga Lay down What you know 'bout rollin' out? Big Tecs, big vests, hollow tips all up in that kid neck Po live it up, yellow stones lit it up Long
to my concrete base, enough of the days Remember after school, we meet by the track smoking a sack But a Vato was holding 2, getting stone Then I jack it back
step the fuck up before you get shot, boy Keep running your lips, see what happens motherfuckers Yea, g, see what I'm saying, now what's up with that
that's right motherfuckers I'm Back. This is the true story about mackin Check it Times are changin' Talk about it More so each year, But the Early Mornin' Stoned
my nigga's locked up.... Zeke on the countdown...Sheek come home tomorrow.. My Uncle Ted, he doing 10.....Uncle Stevie doing another 12.... he shot police
I hit em up Mashin an blastin shotguns with the fat man Load the tech up Strap ya best up Connect gang The insane west gang Bout to get they crest up
get to heaven Hug my late Uncle Kevin Bring it back now, them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin' tall Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk like stone