. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it [Ice Cube] Tic-tic-boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin' Blackstreet, fiending like an athlete Life
in a bundle, fifties and hundreds and G stacks If I could just hit that big lick I could relax And ease back off of thuggin' and stick to hustlin' Concentrate
make me cool And we would both rule Forever And I would never feel pain And never be without pleasure Ever Again And if the rain stops, and everythings
die Chorus [AZ the Visualiza] And ever since I was a tarface baby, watchin Scarface I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase A fat connect
was sworn in like a true Mason (yeah) Tables turned, left the youth engaged and learned Thoughts raised concern just like blunts made to burn I play this life, homey besides on the status
wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
murdered on U.K. streets when a country wages a war there's a war going on in our very own streets And I say that life's too short, to end up in the
chase that money and I stack that money bitch nigga try to play me I'm a smash that dummy I ain't playin with you niggaz go on and run up on a G they'
night But times got harder and harder My dreams got further and further away And nigga I chased them but couldn't catch them to save my life So now I
me barking duels in a lark tonight Creep up on foot and down the street I got a stolen bike Thats my getaway but first I go to sit and wait Lurking in
I'm a rapper, I live a life under smoke and full of laughter The police see me and they wanna chase after But they can never catch up cause my social status
Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it [Ice Cube] Tic-tic-boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin' BlackSTREET, treated like a athlete Life
have Him The true facts, dude that's true satisfaction Dudes ask, why you chase Christ instead of status? Because He's steady plus what I'm getting is everlasting We used to chase
fifties and hundreds and G stacks If I could just hit that big lick I could relax And ease back off of thuggin' and stick to hustlin' Concentrate on paper
feel god, but it's real, And I still can't believe, and my heart still grieves the loss, Ason Unique loved wine and fine women, We singin' on tour ooo
fill the void and recollect the word of a Vet once put me down with Be about your paper mack and watch the folks you clown with life's a hustle have
