sky gotta grenade launcher Ain't nothing to do today So what I'm a do I'm a bust on tha cops Shoot tha street lights out on the block dial 911 sit back
thugs Get down like us And still harmonize like the great Temptations Sit back look back Came in the game Came right back (back) With no hesitation Put
He said: "Get money, but stay low key! " (STAY LOW KEY!) So it's a payback - with pain in the back (PAIN IN THE BACK!) The whole world gettin' high (GETTIN
: Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground
We ain't going nowhere we made it this far (Uh -1st time come on - 2nd) Let me see my, my dogs [growls] Let me hear my, my dogs [Barks] [DMX (Over Chorus
[Styles] weight on my back hate in my heart blood in my eye foot on the gas blunt in my mouth lovin the ride hand on the gun ear to the street back
Testin' your moves, never that, make your position fetal, uh [Drag-on] I wanna talk about Dog nigga, L-O-X, Eve, and me Now that's the hottest thing in the streets
I'm loving the dough You couldn't tell me in a million years And a thousands bars that I roam the reservoir with dogs Show the world what "crew love"
it could take so long You know I never knew how to be strong Yeah, I let you shape me But I feel as though you raped me 'Cause you climbed inside my world
in real hard toe caps they'd collapse should you push back hard boiled heads who've had their small brains scrambled soft jellies with no bone leaderless tape playing back
call you Betty And Betty when you call me You call me Al Call me Al A man walks down the street It's a street in a strange world Maybe it's the Third World
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
crook on this song Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit I led a life you can write a book on Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Man and
These streets know game, can't ball, don't play Every traffic, one lane, everybody MOVE Two words, Mos Def, black check, hot shit Calm down, get back
niggas still gotta die hate Well fuck it, I'ma do it cause the streets put me to it See y'all niggas is late See it's big face, big livin' Big dogs and
made of stone My bones is sturdy, I wake up to get it early When I bully the streets, my Co-D is Keith Murray In a hurry, back down, the boy roll with
waitin for the right time to take mine Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme Fuck a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the streets of New York I Shaolin
