girl, farewell cruel world Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming, don't stop! They got straps to got Boston explodes A gang will roll Hummy hits the street
: [Verse 1: Tupac] Now of course I want peace on the streets But realistically Painting perfect pictures ain't never work My misery was so deep
Verse 1] Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one Some get addicted, some do it for fun Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns
I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I'm sayin'
eye on the target So as soon as the shit get started We gone poppop papop that riot Pumpin that Violence-ee (Violence) POPO don't want peace They want this robot in the streets
no love Better let dogs loose Got him, hold him up and on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with cuz All the real niggas in the streets with heat If
white man lives where our rivers run For now better days have passed We walk the streets of broken glass Our people vanished as snow before the summer sun Like dogs
the flame! It starts - the fire that burns down the system! Hit 'em hard! Hit 'em fast! - Keep the gas on 'em! We're gonna char! - Get the dogs, go gas
a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton) I told em all - all them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns
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
z, tussle wit thieves Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, uh Made a sudden move you got bit Flooded wit the double R, real street shit Da blond
: (feat. P. Killer Tracks) [Eve] Aiiyight now get your guns Ain't no stopping me Need the whole cash bundled up for me and my bitches shopping spree
: (feat. Sun God) [Intro: Sun God] Sun God... get 'em, official... [Sun God] I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs That's why lead the call,
at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets Like in Back to the Future, when the car left Ghost'll clap for
Cappadonna] Florida, where we follow the code of the streets and Breaking the beats and, we taking the eats Never the least, we invading the streets Shaking
Yo let me adjust my lens Through these binoculars I paid 5 g's sliding off like Kid Vitamin Viking Patriot of Broad Street Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen [RZA] Tony Starks make the narc's dogs
Sharp fades, black Clark Gabe Welcome to dark ages, hanging in dark places With dark faces, escaped on bail My souls in the street, police on the coat
