head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase Can you relate to
, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm y'all My crew'll break each shoulder I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers Cause my
look-a-day is how I ride (Kurupt) On and on and on it's more strange Time to heat, shootin range Quick with the heat on their hip Young Jesse James
got a APB, out on my Thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down
-stuy Had all the drug blocks locked on the westside Nickels and dimes, sellin drugs of all kinds But never seen on the streets in the day time When it
don't stop playa, keep it real Look, now who we? The nigga ridin' top-down in the two-seat You see more diamonds than they got on Blue Streak You know
cup On a park bench on 12th St., my whole crew's famous You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless First of all, slow down, you on
inches on the car that I'm driving Went from dimes to quakes, to money like Bill Gates Doing a hundred on interstates, and Hummers on 38's We are C.M
a kit with twenty-inches on the car that I'm drivin' Went from dimes to quakes, to money like Bill Gates Doin' a-hundred on interstates in Hummers on
me while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty
how it feel not to be able to sleep I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm universal Now he played
feel not to be able to sleep I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm Universal Now he played this
trigger look-a-day is how I ride On and on and on it's more strange, time to heat, shootin' range Quick with the heat on their hip Young Jesse James
one-two Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what? Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on Get my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on
singing homeboys conceal your weapons 'Cause ain't gonna be no smokin' section in heaven No more be buckin' yo luck seven eleven on the first roll Don't let the streets
leave you sore Slugs that hurt like pores, why just because [Hook - 8x] [Big Tuck] I'm so raw so street, so off the chain Jump on the track, and go head
Plaques awards applause when I do my thing Streets is black as midnight, the concrete gray With stains of blood and germ and piss all day Come on the