dealin' with Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Bone Thugs back
got a grenade launcher. Aint nuthin to do today, so what imma do? Imma bust on the cops, shoot the street light out on the block, dial 9-1-1 sit back
or lay down Hold down, welcome to the showdown I think it's 'bout time little Layzie let 'em know now Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump
what I'm sayin'? Forty first side Niggaz know how we do, right, right I can see you back there, yeah, yo The Mobb'll spit that shit, rip that bitch, leave it loose Take shit back
the streets, the runners (Cause I'm out here grindin') I don't care what nobody say I'm a be me (Be me) Stay hood stay raised in the streets (Cause I
these hot glocks Cock till you drop All you wanna-be cops You don't wanna see shots I beef deep with the police Beat what the streets do to me Actin all
the world So fiendish, old English till I earl, growing pains A young kid learning early how to know the game USA roller-skate ring, marks the crews with techniques Clean streets
law with street player Short Dogg baby is a Kryptonite smoked out crazy nigga I slip some crip on the freak (Bitch) She started licking on my feet Up to my ears, back
'm just a crook on this song Bed Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit, I led a life you can write a book on Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
gotta die hate Well fuck it, I'ma do it 'cause the streets put me to it See y'all niggas is late See it's big face, big living, big dogs and big pimping
at my eyes, ya know I ain't playin' That's why all through the streets, all I hear sayin' is Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay Where my dogs at? Bark
riding round the streets by myself , tryna find somebody cause I really need help so baby come back , baby comeeee back baby come back , baby comeeee back
world you hear that In Jamaica, in Brooklyn, in Ethiopia, we go there and back To all my real live soldier cats where you at Dogs, don't hold them back
many, that's why These streets know game, can't ball, don't play Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move Two words, Mos Def, black check, hot shit Calm down, get back
many, that's why These streets know game, can't ball, don't play Every traffic, one lane, everybody move Two words, Mos Def, black jack, hot shit Calm down, get back
by the judge many years ago Three billion strong and here we go GOOD MORNINNNNNNNNNGG VIETNAM!!! Ha (back up back up back up back up back up) [repeated in background] Yo sometimes I sit back
make noise With VA and Detroit boys Come on, come on Twin Nina Ross sisters, promise to never miss ya Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister Extended clips, cocked back
hopped out the bed I guess I'm allowed to walk the streets with awful thoughts in my head Now it's just me against the world Got my dogs and my girls