blame the street, can't blame the heat, for these blisters on my feet. I'd like to say that this city was to blame. On summer nights streets are on fire
not livin in the past, you wanna last Be tha first to blast, remember Kato No longer with us he's deceased Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
boom boom boom boom bang Man we the best never the less, you know we get it hot Fire flame flame, fire fire flame Put me on the track and I'm a really
there, but you scared that they gon bust Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us See I'm one shot thru the heart like Cupid Y'all niggaz
silver back gorillas Them Theodore kids' gorillas You fucking with experienced killas Silver back gorillas [Ghostface Killah] The grenade gonna hit like a bomb from Flex The street
win Ghettos keep a crying out to streets full of zombies Kids are killing kids and then the kids join the army Rising and a waking, yes sir here comes
cheap office Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off us Gave her a handshake only for my man's
occupation, it's 'cause we respect his cake And cake mean his stock, net gross Young kids step it up, go for the most New cameras in police cars takin pictures New hustlas gettin new street figures And US
, lot Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills
The underground, you won't recognise us now We want control again We want control again We want control The underground, you won't recognise us now
it Ha boys to man business, We don't hire b-tches, Just fire b-tches, It's young money fire spitters, The... is with us And they ain't ate they dinner
like Bob Green my money like Yao Ming Everybody gets scrilla on my My team we shine like high beams The dream like Akeem that's why I'm the prince Like
nob looked out and said "What is it?" It's the end of the world and every soul has expired These streets are ripped apart and these buildings catchin on fire
on the floor And took us to federal court Would you say they were yours? If I had to do a bid Would you take care of the kids? And never let another
will not Will forever be bound givin' love to my homie Pourin' liquor on the ground Always like a big brother protected me in the streets A homie like
speak Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak That's that fire move like Schwinns yo Invisible
Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with