they said because I get attitude from this town -in this town. How did you get to this town? ...Through this town? Gonna walk right through this town
what they said because I get attitude from this town -in this town. How did you get to this town? ...Through this town? Gonna walk right through this town
kidd get tooled to the head, tooled to the chest nigga I'm the best when it come to this street shit you got ya hands full fuckin with me with this beef
pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain Stuck in this
heat There's a fire down below You be the target on the bed I'll be shooting hot lead Let me take control You're scared little girl in this big, bad town
calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin' In the hot New Jersey night. Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Krayzie Bone] I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard This nigga was ballin y'all, big house driveway full of cars This nigga would pull
niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder with the ak. Play our, play our C Town, all the way through T Town. Northcoast keep
moving I can feel the heat but it's soothing heading down. I search for the beat in this dirty town. Down town the young ones are going Down town the
tonight down in the parking lot Outside the Seven-Eleven store Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch And he rides with me from town to town
here alone and I wonder why, Friday night and everyone's moving. I can feel the heat but its soothing heading down, I search for the beat in this dirty town
Verse 1] Snap back chiller gold chain nigga snaps no tigger, tyga bitches hundred proof liquor live no liver theres hoes on this muthafucking strip, stripping a nigga no different so we hold the heat
your finger on the trigger Let one fly we don?t die we multiply Throw your set up in the sky Hot as you can ?cause you can?t fuck with this Nigga when
bullets for your medicine I carry those days like a weapon close to me The memories of hot lead rippin' a hole through me (Chorus: B-Real) Son, fill your heater
Why Diddely Why Why, Why, Why Why-y-y [B-Real] Never fucked like this But I smoke blunts like this (Ha!) People ask: Why you pull stunts like this? (
