dirty With some parafanailia, contrband Looking for some illegal I'm your man Got a bad habbit for money I need to kept it by the lump sum Mentality, military
it inside Is it the wine or the women it's so hard to decide Look alive it's crackin; this is organized street hustlin with corporate backin promotin
my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell-bound I'd rather be buried than be worried diffrent than be held down My game plans to be trained well Military
: (feat. Chamillionaire, Lew Hawk) [talking] Ghetto Status mayn, yeah Koopa, know I'm talking bout An underground soldier baby Military mayn, hey [
a lot of beer You should be good and happy that there's something you can eat A million people every day are starving in the street Your daddy's in the
at?) come clean Come on in, sit down, relax and catch your wind Some pretend but this man don't bend Limping like Willy, turning bunks face down On the military
What, what, what, what, hazardous dart Visual long forgotten art That fell apart, til the blood ran from the heart Pump through the street, Rza make re
and walk down I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance Game word bond, sword silenced Me in military fatigues bulletproof underneath Buy enough ammunition,go round and sweep the streets
Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a street
man More, more, man (I got you) Alright, come with it [gunshot] [Man:] The million dollar question is, the million dollar question is... S.. s.. street
another one down, and another one down Another One Bites The Dust, Hey!) Wyclef, Dirty Cash, Young Free...Freddy, where you at? ((?) Drug Dealers (?) down the street
up soon you're a racist - you're a racist it will come back at - you! i grew up on the streets of N.Y.C. i've seen the world through the military the
than we? By the dawn's early night robbin' niggas for kis Easy low key crooked military Pay taxes out my ass But they still harrass me The streets
he stole We already degraded, me and my family the most hated Bitch were barely both made it See the thinly related, to everything in the street I'm
set up Lockin' all the young homies up Gettin' 'em all shot dead in the streets, straight set up I remember when the world went crazy Crack cocaine hit the streets
it all, screw it all Small, you recall, the hard times as a juvenile Often misunderstood Some joined the military, others just joined the hood Street corner combat, part of the dark streets
game The hatin' will never end, so I guess I'll deal wit it Them 4 5 with cop killers, just some steel wit it The streets is military, you gotta be