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
I speak, the all bosses Plus the jewelry so truck, the cuffs get you nauseous Two years, been through like six divorces Now the talking put my business in the street
or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker Wavin' the four-four I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun [Verse 1:] Usually the two would be Beside me when I cruise the street
rob But the Villain is back, with the Black Panther of rap Paris my nigga, you other fools never got bigger I make this whole system quiver With the street
out by the dogs Another hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen So you got, what you came for, surgery, with the chainsaw I hit the fucking streets just
done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name 'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain I keep creepin', streets
to creep wit' in Queens) And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out now And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl (On the other side of things
rifle to my shoulder But I ain't trippin cause I'm here to make ya bounce Counting money by the stacks, bustin raps and buildin clout Now all my dogs
Uhh too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs Getting a rep as a young hog It ain't nuttin' like the street
eleven! Arsonists burnin people and they dogs up while they sleepin Peepin toms peepin and poisonous gas leakin Hurricanes blowin cities down every other
on song Go on and on, just the best be done Put preach and teach, with a speech to reach All streets in each, with beats for treats Got the king supreme
done (Burn you up, we gonna burn you down) (Burn you up, we gonna burn you down) So you cross onto the other side of the street (Burn you up, we gonna
think I love this shit It's real life gutter livin', nigga comin' straight from the brain Some handle the pressure and others break from the pain It's been fifteen other
ain't right, I don't get it I feel a vibe, blood brothers, are you with it? If I have to choose one or the other Back the fuck up, spook, yo, that's my
' boy, kill 'emselves like no other Kid don?t like Blues brothers, cold weather rock the ramma Lie in front of the jury, D.A. and ya I represent street
leave residue, boy, I'm tellin' you I put mo bread on it, I lost a homie in the stuggle right And just the other night Somebody tried to take my dogs