the shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap It get hot in here, let Lucifer rap Bring hell to *****z when Dre producing a track Take it to the streets
shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap It get hot in here, let Lucifer rap Bring hell to niggaz when Dre producing a track Take it to the streets
their turn to flex, Jeru is up next All, these so called players up in the rap game Got brothers on the corner sellin' cooked cocaine It used to be La Toya and, Jim Hats
that rock kicks and hats Crisped jeans and whips to match Hardcore system up on blast Cock, dip and stash live now and forget the past In the streets
the past Four bullets now, y'know? Doin' bids, yea yea I done peeped a lotta cats come through Courageous cats, stray cats, ha ha Top cats with top hats
dog style with no practice. I mack this microphone like a hoe on the stroll. In total control of the soul. Any asshole can pull a gun the streets are
G's, son, I need some Ki?s won?t sell, call up, son I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit A fake nigga faked and they killed his click
retaliate I blast, I think about you won't find them bloody clothes Kill 'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of those faked up hoes It's the
both smoked a bone [Chorus x2] [Inspectah Deck:] Mean streets... Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in The streets stay flooded with
[Intro: Raekwon] Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking... Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting Niggas know Cuban Linx when they
Son I need some Keys roll self, call up Son I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit A fake nigga faked and they killed his click Gimme
was the youngest of four, pop couldn't take it no more. Stayed together for the kids they couldn't fake it no more. [? ] in the streets I had to take
daddy in the front seat frontin' like a rapstar Hey girl, oh girl daddys the greatest He knows the words to everything on the radio playlist He fakes
its way Of the strip, chrome blaze I'ma tip Big o' mothership on a Southside flip Let's rip, the streets, and then rip the sheets In between I'ma be
good, the bad, the ugly, you see A little streetwise nigga, you know me Rolling wit some real niggaz playing for keeps But you muthafuckas know who run the streets
that it is, it is, if not it isn't race for the border my daughter, 'cause beats you're bangin' out jeeps rockin' beats in the streets when there's time
all of a sudden I'm a fuckin mad man who screams Like I'm 'Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennesy Actin like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm CRAZY Sweat drip,