WE FADED

Chorus
We faded rollin in the escaladed
We faded rollin with them crunked up ladies

Verse 1
We rollin deep and we downright nasty
Eyes all crooked and the fashion is ashy
Smoking on foot long blunts
Pullin stunts in the backseat
Tags on the whip say '83
I got aluminum fronts and I walk like a pimp
When you see me comin lights dim
Talking to a Mexican say you love
Them puerto Ricans 100%
Im here to freak em out they stash
I don't give up the cash
Got a big old burner underneath the dash
Loaded with a quick clip and them big mouth
Big talk suckas don't say ish
But im cool like the pillows of them eskimoes
Got to pull down low to drop the ride I smash toes
Style on pro
Hands on froze
Hand me the microphone in a b-boy pose

Chorus

Verse 2
Laser scope jump rope move pounds of dope
Its pathetic how the product in the hood is narcotics
Spot it and I gotta get it glove that the hand fit
Faded like a flat top legit
We in the spot lookin downright classy
Mama come and ask me clean or he nasty
Comin with his team lookin mean and flashy
Aint got a minute to admit it im a gangsta
Getting rid of competition in the battle c'mon
Getting 6 figures for this song
I aint worried bout nothing cause im faded
Youre whole style and your flow is outdated
Keeping it on point I be lovin them ladies
Rollin in a black 600 mercedes
Swerving like Mel did in Malibu
Sippin on rum I aint no bum

Chorus

Pull em out toast and I bang bang it
Got nothing on the books
(mumbles)

JUST HANG

Laid back thinking chillin in the Lincoln
On the brink of vexin' but I shouldn't be stressing
All of this existence is a blessin confessin
To my many women in the back seat sinkin'
Into separate dreams roll up smoking the conduit
Spliff lit ill admit if it's a gift it should beget a
Righteous destiny smokin session come with blessings
Too many troops with too many youths trying to get loot
Who do dem shoot cant discuss discussion
It's a dangerous transgression

Just hang
Cause it aint no thing

Scandalous can handle just its own exist a vandalous
Contagious way of operating ignorance in angeles
Forget it find the fit and just lay back and just get lit
Kid its far too close to overdose no one to trust only boast
One particular way of thinking sink in sunshine state of liquid slow
My tempo down to beats complete as you and me could only be
In this a free delicious breathing only competing with the airs
Of existence this is just a persistence of magnetical realizations
Super evident and existential in the mentals climb a mountain
Exponentially each and every day hey

Chill relax and just lay back
Repeat

Chorus

RAST

DON'T MEAN NOTHIN'

Don't mean nothin', don't mean nothin'
(For the ones that didn't make it)
Don't mean nothin', don't mean nothin'
(For the ones that are fakin' it, it don't mean nothin' to me)
Don't mean nothin', don't mean nothin'
(Got you spotted, got you spotted)
Don't mean nothin', don't mean nothin'
That's right, you know, you know

Pop pop -- the shots get dropped like the rag top and the beats don't stop
Like Mr. King and the cops sellin' rocks on the block
It's the have and have-nots, I'll never be spotted
Got a camouflage physique and when I speak
You know your knees might buckle country huckleberry
Follow my lead to plant seeds, a new breed, no greed
Everybody get money in the land of honey
Milk go down smoother than silk, I'm well-built
Got 5 years in the tank to thank, I got bank and a certain amount of lovelies
A couple of them be ugly but they're the best, see
Kid I heard you tried to smoke me but I'm a local low g.,
Concentrate and focus, no hocus-pocus, the jokers get assassinated
Fascinated by the number of caskets at the end of the day
See the real steel shining lining clouds - I don't play

(I'm a veteran, see --- I got eyes in the back of my dome peace)
(I won't rest 'til I cease -- I'm about to show you how we do it)

You see the second verse about the smashing universe
I don't rehearse I spit bursts - used to snatch a couple of purses
Smoked out in the back route real smooth then moving no doubt
Laser in the middle of your dome scope I roam hope you're home
All alone cut the lines to the telephone bangin' like a metronome
Drop a dime make a rhyme, gettin' it right every time
Don't turn around - I'm right behind you
Play you and rewind you, fast-forward 'cos the truth is stranger than fiction
My diction's so precise I lead the blind to light I'm not askin' you to fight
I'm like a falcon in flight, 'cos this could be your last night so act right
Quit cryin', why you lyin? I'm detecting a fatal flaw in your inflection
You see the street's hot heat, no guessin', I'm a lethal weapon
If you have to ask the question you get blasted in all directions

(Yeah no more questions, see -- leave it up to the p-o-l-i-c-e)
(you never catch me g., never catch me -- too fast homey)

No doubt crack it open -- sip on the concrete yeah

Blood on my shoulders as I get a little older, pulla heist and rock ice
AS if my body was frozen, I'm chosen no supposin'
Got a load on my back, makes me rock like boulders, I smolder
I simmer 'cos I'm known to hold heat
Open the door, '64, low slow in my seat
If you got an extra beat I got multiple personalities, so smoked out
I got doubt about reality, no doubt

Yeah, no doubt, it don't mean nothin', see -- 'co I'm ruthless, g.)
From south cen to the L.B.C. uhh -- east side where we reside yeah)
Low little shorty like this little shorty like that - in the place to be see)
Yeah don't stop don't stop -- you see me comin' on your block,
You can't do nothin' about it see
Yeah roll up middle of the night, whatever you know
Don't mean nothin' -- been in the game for too long, kid
So don't play shorty don't play shorty don't play uhh
So it's goin' out to all my homies, you know what I mean yeah
Pour a sip on the concrete -- for the ones that didn't make it
For the ones that are fakin' it, it don't mean nothin' to me,
It don't mean nothin', yeah, come on

(C) 2001 Lyrics and Music by Bob Mair, Nick Vincent and Richard Trapp

Rub-A-Dub

CHORUS
We go wild go wild - gonna do it supa freaky style
In the front back hot crack hump awhile
We pop the bub in the tub give it up
Gonna do the rub-a-dub, the rub-a-dub

When I'm up in da club
I like to Rub-A-Dub
Head straight to the bar, I'm blazed
I sip on some bub - I'm known
So all the honeys wanna give me some love
Every weekend G it's the same - It's never enough

10" inch long - They know they can't go wrong wit a thug
They know I plug - Lady's hollerin', Dog- I hammer the rug!!
It don't matter, cause any spot we in
We gon' win- Oooh!! Go head girl show me some skin
There it is!! Here we go!! Baby twerk your skirt
You may the perfect little somethin' to take back for some work
Hit the VIP- Give me some head – Get in her head
It's brains and money homey - Me, I don't need a bed

I like the way you girlin'
Crushed ice in your mouth
Slurp up on my nuts
This what's life's about

Turn around, let me hit it from back
It's wild in the club
Freakin' all night caught up in a Rub-A-Dub
It gets wild in the club

CHORUS
Repeat Pre Verse

Bounce baby's bouncing like a '64
I'm goin' for mine
Her but up off the floor
She got more bump than a little

Throw it back at me
This Magnum is aimed to please
I know it's hard to breath

I know they told I was thunderin'
Up in them walls
That's the only reason you back here
In a skirt with no draws

I'll give you what you need Girl
I stroke it mean
Dat crack hot, wet, tight
I can see the steam

I'm a P.I.M.P from a unit full of scrilla stackers
Don't leave your girl around me
Cause I'm a have to mack her

After about 10 minutes
We'll be in the back of the club
Trees in the air
Doin' all kind of freeky stuff

Like this one here
When I first saw here I knew she was a winner
Damn baby you freaky
She hit me with the sit and spinner

She said she want it on her face
I had to oblige
Pulled out gave her a taste
Shot the goo in her eyes
It gets wild in the club

So after the ep(isode), it's back to the bar
The rest of the ladie wanna do me
Just because I'm a star
I saw honey whisper somethin' to her girlfriend- her eye's lit up
She stepped away – now she wanna get stuck
She('s) lucky, cause I can last for hours
Keep goin' and goin'
Energizer bunny
All these broads is knowin'

That's what when she got the back
She shot a nod to the stairs
Next thing you know - Oooh!!
Baby girl drop
Hold it right there

Sit it on my lap
Damn its soft and wet!!
Turnover, spread them cheeks wide open
As wide as they can get

You're my second Private Dancer
And I'm enjoying the show
You can let your hair down
Let all your juices flow

She's moanin' - Man, I'm groanin'
The intensities growin'
Her crack is hot as a stove
And we both knowin

I'm only a couple bumps
From blowin' it out
I pulled out
She took monster out the Magnum
And made me put it in her mouth
Man it gets wild in the club!!!

Play For Keeps

Chorus
I play 4 keeps
Don't mess with me
Better get out of my face
I'm the winner G

I own the street
Ain't gonna lose
Digging a plot
Gonna put you down six feet

Repeat 1X

1st Verse
I took ten shots, think you can roast da Dog!!
I keep the gat cocked creepin through the fog
Sneak up on ya like a shadow when we crawl
And leave ya leakin'
And ya mama screamin' dat I'm wrong

Ghetto reaper
Black Cape
Dog, I'm sinister
Nobody pull me off the task 'till its done

And I stay taxin' and I'm warnin' you all
My meat I like raw
Walkin' these streets you showin' ya gall
To think you could ball
If daddy's lookin' who ya gone call
Cause when I seen ya pull the 44 den BLAWWW!!!

I live above the law
I meant to throw her through the window, see..
It ain't about the green
Boy I'm a MEAN FIEND

Last week a new crew wit keys
They rolled around here flashy
Think they gonna bling bling
But I think not!!

Cause when dey came around my way
I jacked 'em den I cracked 'em
Cause ya boy don't play!!!

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
0:06:00 ya hopin' ya don't choke
Ya spot me floatin' through ya yard chokin' da smoke
You wanna run for some shelta but come up shote wit my dope
I come descendin' like I was wearin' a cloke

There's no where to runna when I swoop down on ya
Go for a collar left right stroke and you a gonna

Cause there's no roller
Shoot straighter
No greater
Darth Vader
If I walk through ya door
It's see-ya-later

I'm gonna shoot it it's ya turn to die
And let ya body rot
We known to peel on spot
That's how I keep a knot

Get ta duckin' when you see me
I'm 1 or 4 or 5 major villains on these streets

With chrome gleamin'
Cold deamon
Ol' gold leanin'
Head the toe tag team and I'm schemin'

Center of da scene
And We don't duck da law
187
You stepped on
And we da raw

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
Now I told you young dummies once
I'm a killa toe to fro
Grindin' all 12 months

While(space) I soldier servin' grief
Ya smoke to much

You want my flow stopped
Handle mine homicide end up chalkin when I touch ya
Done(space)

Fool and you can get ta shuckin' and duckin'
Quit son
It won't save you

Young peela
The hood don dada
And I'm willin' wit ya girl
If you think you comin' for my green
I'll rock ya world

All the street brawlers
Is green as my top dolla
Wit all the yay I'm movin'
I'm ballin'
I'm rotweiller
Fa sho' bet I load and lock bite ya neck (space)

You a ho
G's give cuz much respect
Cause I...

GANGSTA HEAVEN

CHORUS
If I go to heaven
Let a gangsta lead
Cant always hit eleven seen a gangsta bleed
I didnt want to go but now I know that theres a gangsta heaven
A gangsta heaven

VERSE 1
We could all go to hell
Or heaven who can tell
Round one ring the bell
Late at night smoke was coming
From the alley that's right it was sign
Of a visible click in the midst of hits
That's critical cause if my man wasn't smoked up
Probably wouldn't a gotten loc'd up choked up in the cut
Thought I smelled something funny in the air that night
So we bounce vehicular the ounce particularly sticky
Underneath the seat one hand on the wheel
One hand on my heat been too long on the street
To not know my enemy I keep em close and tell em jokes
And make em think im funny
The only thing I had on my mind was the money
But I shoulda known wed rolled alone
For way too long way too long

CHORUS

VERSE 2

Seems like my feet always stuck in concrete
I seen the Mafioso drop a kid from a hundred feet
If you wanna play the game you might go insane
Too much talk makes dick a plain jane
What if I never make it back to my old stoop
What if I don't last till they call me old school
Im picturing a place with a smile on my face
Always thugs rollin trees and theres always a breeze
Aint no memories no death no destruction
Just blessed out crissed out let me make my introduction
Im popacapalotiguess I don't digress
You either catch rep or catch slugs in the chest
Whats better whats worse red sweater in the hearse
Heard you callin nurse wonder who get here first
Then the clouds dispersed and I was up in the heavens

CHORUS

The chosen few get to go
You know my soul told me so
(repeat)

CHORUS

Down in the Hood

Intro
It's a little rough down in our hood. Sometimes you don't even know (space) if you gonn' make it through the next day. You know, we down here don' what we gotta do to survive (space).

Whatever it takes (space). It's do or die (space)

When you ain't got nothin' (space), you do what you gotta do!!!

Chorus
Down in the Hood
We comin'
Down in the Hood
We gunnin'
Down in the Hood
We hangin, Roll out hit the street
We bangin

Repeat 1X

1st Verse
More smokin' & croakin' down in the hood
Know folks don died floating like a bloc a wood

We choose to chop & chop and
Move it block to block
Seen a little money now we just can stop- What?

Lookin' like ya wanna run up... Look like ya not
Think you gonna rob me
That's how a playa gets shot

I was bummy wit da homie just yesterday,
Moved a bundle on the humble- stacked
Now I'm on my way!!

Partnas on the streets loc'in-up
Everybody's fingers on a trigga'
dey might erupt

Fiends on da hunt schemin'- comin' by the spot
I keep a AR under the couch
What would you do if you were hot?

I keep unloadin' the glock
Dis is 4 block!
Gang descendant
I've been shown a lot

How to rock cane
Blow a brain
Rollin? Call my main
Foes I fold 'em
Team a killas
Now the streets know my name

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Two on the corner, six on the 4th floor
All da covers is rovin' knowin' it won't go

Tell all the fellas, tell all dey chickens dat don't know
If they need da dough and down for a trip
Den here we go!!

Dey bugged da celly so get wit me
Feel da heat split it
Pour it down the drain
Twenty strong and we sic wit it

We up'd the grimeyness during my reign
Yall sheep in this jungle, ya fallin'
And I'm Orangutan

Check the po(lice) file
She Used to be a queen
Now she a hooker
Saw her wit' a cop just chillin' for five minutes
if they book her
And it get back she get to talkin'
den I'll have to cook her
Playin' checkers when its chess boy I'll have to rook her

Locked & Cocked cause up in dese streets is BIG BEEF
No telling what they'll do behind a pipe and some coca leaf

But if you wanna get loose lips messin wit my grip
They'll probably find ya body in ya wip - DON'T PLAY WIT' ME!!!

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
Soldiers we roll wit da 44 nixin'
all da phonies in da mix while we on our mission
Lbs. of work up in tha mo- bags is glistenin'
From Vaseline
When da phone ring
Da feds' listenin'

I'm up to da challenge. My foes quick ta dump
Young crooks dey wanna move up
Da lure of a buck

My head up on a swivel since a brotha blew up
Cause where we grew up
Ya girl a pump two in ya gut

Vamp
In my hood
It's life or death
These streets don't play

Down in da hood it's do-or-die
Make a bad move and you can lose your life

Repeat

CREEPIN'

CHORUS
Creepin' creepin' I'm part of the streets
And ima keep holdin' heat till im six feet deep

Preachin' preachin' I'm holdin' this beat
And ima keep the body rockin' from your head to your feet

Verse 1
I been so long on the street
I got scars where my soul used to be
From CP to LBC im a freak
And you can catch me by the side of the road
I make em scream make ya fall out ya jeans
'cause im a hood so clean in a '62
continental creep with a lean so mean
I can never be stopped even in dreams
Even fiends think about the way
I cook up the product I wont lie
I got devils pie piece of narcotics
And I been shot up getting caught up in the game
Do or die never wondered why
God gave me wings and ima fly
Can't keep my eyes dry when I think about
The drive by put my mans soul in the sky
One night in Bed-Sty
Ima keep on pushin keep on sellin my position
Im a blacktop magician
An attack dog im vicious
Im intelligent seditious
It's a dangerous condition

CHORUS

Try and touch me where im livin
'cause I know that I been givin gifts
im steady even with a fifth of Henny in me belly
im so gully I got Nelly yellin Hip Hop Hip Hop
don't stop undercover like Tupac
im makin' ya knees knock keep it all froze game caught
in a headlock sayin please don't stop
'til you reach the top and you got
5 lives to try make nothing different
and you get no independence
mind locked like 5th amendments
ima count you in attendance
only if you pay attention
I done told you I was st.john
Engine precision im dishin out the wishin
And im switchin what im hittin
Cause its serious

CHORUS

"En El Club" (Spanish)
Chorus

Pon Las Manos Arriba, Si Me Sienten
En Este Club Las Mamis Estan Calients
Vamos Mi Gente, Vamo A Bailar
Brinden Sus Tragos, Vamos A Gozar

Verse 1

Miro Pal Lado Y La Gente Esta Bailando
Miro Para El Otro Lado La Gente Esta
Sudano, De Aqui Te Veo La Cabeza
Estas Meneando, Y Las Cinturas
Moviendo De Lado A Lado
En La Barra Si La Gente Esta Tomando
Los Que Bailan En El Piso Estan
Planeando, Y Los Tipos Aqui Aprovechando
Lo Que Pasa En El Club Es Un Escandalo

Chorus

Verse 2

Oye No Se Asusten Mamis, Esto Lo Que
Le Trae El Negro. Para Que Muevan
La Caderas Y Su Cuerpo, Esta Caliente
Pero Eso Lo De Meno, Cantalo Asi
Muevelo Asi, Gritano Por Mi, Pa Que Se Viste
Asi, Tentando Me Ami, En El Club Asi!

"En El Club" (English translation)

CHORUS:
Put your hands up - if you feel me
In this club all the ladies are hot
Come my people and let's dance
Put your drinks to the air and have fun

VERSE
I look to the left and the people are dancing
I look to the right side and the people are sweating
I can see you from here - you're shaking your head
I can see the ladies shaking their hips
In the bar the people are drinking
The ones on the dance floor are planning
And the guys on the side are taking advantage
What happens in the club in always scandalous
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Listen - don't alarm yourself
'Cos this is what the black man is bringing to you
So you can move your hips and your body
I know it's hot but don't worry
BRIDGE:
Sing like that - move like that
Screaming for me while you dress like that
Tempting these men in the club like that
CHORUS

WILLING TO DIE

For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

I been dying to try see this look in my eye
First lesson in the street can't compete with me
Lookin' hard little gangsta making me look over my shoulder
Bumpin' a range rover with the bulletproof glass
Had to get that hook up some things in my past
Bound to catch up to me man I might not last
Makin suckas bleed lean out the window and blast
Don't try to sneak up man I think too fast
I hope they come undercover man I'll say self defense
Looking at my life I can't claim innocence
It came and it went much money been spent
Many wigs been bent back and twisted with the lethal
Times up game over ain't no sequel
Ain't no such thing as evil it's do or die
Gangsta hustler a piece of the pie

For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

Ever since I was a shorty on the corner drinking 40's
Clockin mathematics movin weight like an addict
Had my boys posted up stoop one and two
If some chickens walk by scoop two or one
Take out the back and then show em my gun
Ice around my neck make you blind from the sun
What kind a high you need? I'll let you try some son
So many enemies anyone could be one
Come and try if you wanna die
I'll make you wonder why
I ride if I wanna ride
Kill you by the bedside don't you see I'm dead right
See the one that make the lead fly down at midnight
Sneakin' up on suckas if you ain't got the cash
Say something son beat that ass with a flashlight
Run sucka run I'm the one with ammunition
Dumb sucka dumb you got the wrong intuition

For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

Come on and try
If you wanna die
Make you wonder why
I ride if I wanna ride
Kill you by the bedside
Don't you see I'm dead right
I'm the one that make the lead fly
Down at midnight

For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

What Mo'

Chorus
What mo you got
What mo you got
Take ya best shot
(Come on) Yeah take it take it

What mo you got
What mo you got
Take ya best shot
Shut ya mouth boy

What mo you got
What mo you got
Take ya best shot
(Come on) Yeah take it take it

What mo you got
What mo you got
What mo

1st Verse
I don't know what you on but boy it got you stupid
Got ya whole family grievin' for thinkin' you can do it
Manana clouded ya mind- it come in clear when u HIT
They should a told ya well before ya shot, but ya blew it!

Come for my loot you been in pre-school-boy-I'm college
I pull too quick
.44 and 9 rounds spit

Man I sleep with a loaded gun
I stay on one
Tried to pull the caper now ya hangin' from a rope DONE!

I pump..pump..
2 a day chump
Hood king kill a rat
Pen tats That's wass up

Ya M.O. way too old
I know you dude
I movin' major weight across the interstate and you

Want my rep but you a fool
I jacked your mules
Come in ya hood, spit, and lift ya money and ya jewels

I'm bona fide you moldin'
Hate to have to hit ya wife
I know you know we meet again
I'll have to end ya life

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
So you wanna come get papa cool it's been tried before
I'm the one you wanna even the score
Hit my row you know I'm bustin' 'fore you get in tha door
Wanna be a gangsta but you just can't handle the gore

In a six foot pit
You and all the busters you come with
I'm gonna bury after my chrome Desert Eagle split ya dome quick
The beef's stopped after the tooly pop
Now the word around the block
Is yall pull and clap

Would a been clear to you
If you
Thought through
You would lose
Thought you'd bring da blues
To a do or die killa crew

Chose to test me and I blew my fuse
Left you in a coma
Livin' on a prayer
You'll never pull through

The mean green is the main thing
That get you youngstas hankering
I'll spank dat ass
Notorious the pain I bring

Always holdin' heat
The ruler of the block
Never scared
And I'll take anything you got

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
Don dada keep 'em dizzy
You wanna come and peel me
I'm a G you a sizzy
Hit the don, no one can, FEEL ME!

Son, I felt your plot ya eyes revealed ya envy
Top flight on ya comers hit list
Now yall all think ya can end me

Cause me and my folks hooked up
Wit lbs. of coke cooked up
But ya telegraphed the punch so we struck

My gats bucked long and lit ya up like a December night (space)
Braggin to all ya folks, on dope, thinkin' u'd see me die

But I'm
Lean, Mean
Love to bleed
Bad Seed
Different Breed
Top rank and undefeated
Boy you can't touch me

We Rollin'

Intro
I don't know how many times I have to tell you cowards.

Hook

We Rollin'
Step aside when we on the street
We Rollin'
Watch what you say, cause we pack heat
We Rollin'
So if you wanna come get at the dog
Get at me dog!! Anytime, we can set it off!!

We Rollin'
Step aside when we on the street
We Rollin'
Watch what you say, cause we pack heat
We Rollin'
So if you wanna come get at the dog
Get at me dog!!
Anytime, we can set it off!!

1st Verse
Listen
I done lived my whole life in these streets
14 years old with nothin' to eat
No where to sleep
I had to learn to ride for mine
Rain or shine
I was grindin' back when U was in yo crib reclinin'

You could never feel my pain!!!
Nobody's ever seen a smile on my face – it's not a game!!!
So if you ever think you wanna come get at the dog- GET AT ME DOG!!!
We gutta livin' – We KEEP IT RAW!!

'Dis street life ain't nothing like what you see on TV
U seen a couple movies now you think you wanna be me
YOU COULD NEVER BE ME! (note: stacked with reverb)
Stay blowin' on trees
Don't get it twisted dog, I love to bleed!!
You hard, go head ignore this warning and bend my block
You dealin' wit a guerilla – a life full of hard knocks
Better think twice when it cross ya mind
Just remember
You puttin' ya life on da line!! Cause we...

Repeat Hook

2nd Verse
Ya got everybody in da hood talkin'
Whenever U ready to walk you talk Playa...
Be about it, but I doubt it
(I STAY 20 DEEP!!!)
So many soldiers in my squad
I promise that within a week I'll have you losin' sleep
Run thru ya, den put two to ya
Take a ride through yo hood
They'll say they never knew ya
I'll be holdin the paper you foldin'
I never chose to be the Don of the streets
Playa, I was CHOSEN!!!

You'll be wishin you could rewind tha clock
They always wanna pull me back and I was tryin to stop
So many pretenders I'm 'a lose my mind (pause)
Watch yo step young dummy Cause U runnin' outta time!!

Yea I know you punk ass family from around the way
I dealt with yo brother way back in tha day
I served him I don't wanna have to serve you too
I'm thru talkin' chump
DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO! (Cause I'll be...)

Repeat Hook

Vamp (Sung)

Life if is so hard on my block
Stay grindin' all that time
Streets stay hot
How many times I gotta tell ya
We don't play
Hold heat
Stay grimey all day

Repeat 4X with adlibs entering on 2X

WE BE COMIN'

Game's over when we creep up on ya
We known from BK back to California
We into body baggin' when we ride
No need to talk about it you decide

It's a quarter to six and in the mornin' you still here
We up in ya mix
I done had it
It don't matter what the reason
I don't care what you say
The day we meet again I'll blow your ass away
Two guns to spit a tickin' time bomb
A crew of killas, Loc'd
Patrol like we in Vietnam
Rabid pits, we won't quit- sick
Get the word we headed to yo hood you better ring the alarm
Dog we ain't we playin'
We peel caps for kicks
Smash you whole clique you trip so don't slip
Send 'em on a mission just because you wouldn't listen
You'll be floatin' down the river wit' ya vitals missin'

We be comin'
You better watch your back
It don't matter where you at
Cause when I see you it's on

I know about you dog, you think you sneakin'
You cross the line, it's on, we'll leave you leakin'
And all dat posturin' I know you shook
Claim you a gangsta, dog I wrote the book
Sooner or later get ta realizin'
When we on da hunt there ain't no comprimisin'
Yall it? What when you all hit!!
For livin' lifes a' sin
You've seen ya end if
We cut off supplies encircle yo camp
Women and children is screamin' and yo shirts is damp
Clear the arena when the bangas start to clap
Yesterday you tried ta smile
Wanna give me some dap, PLEASE!!
We own these streets you livin' on a lease
Time to take you to the vet and let you rest in peace
Don't you know, you messin' wit tha #1 gunnas
Ya days are numbered baby boy
There's no where to run cause...

THIS IS MY BLOCK

Chorus
This is my block – this is my block
The rock ain't gon' stop
This place is hot y'all – Ho ------

Verse 1
Posted up chokin'
On some Indo green
Stacked up in the back
Too many Stacks
I'm mean
These streets is the King's streets
It seems
Everyone or two years I have to make 'em lean
Hit 'em with tha machines
If you run the block
Heavy Handed Means!
Greasy
Enough cake to make your wake come quicker than a sun beam
Run up on you with the Fo' leave ya leaking
Pulling capers and I'm squeezing
It's Pleasing!
Yeah you nippy but I'm FREEZING
Fully automatic cracks
Now yo' whole family's weeping

Stop ya madness young dudes
I'm a veteran killa
Servin' 22 blocks
On every corner I'm the major dealer
Only 19 when I wrapped a Milla
You taking over the flow? Stop it will ya!

Ya pocket's thin? Boy I feel ya
But is it worth eating steel bullet dinners?

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
We get it poppin'
What you talkin' bout dude?
You up in da club..
Chump, I own the club
You see how all they' eyes is glued
On my section roped off it's a thug reunion
We tucked with our tools.. Send
Them Bunnies over it's time for pattin' pannies
More throats in action in the back than the Grammys
Everybody on the floor throwin' 'bows and two-steppin'
I'm not a DJ but I make lean back when I'm pepperin'
No stressing
Mo weapons
Than the American
Airforce and you the Taliban
I'm the worst
I'm the HEAT man
I keep grams
Kilo'd up
Grands in rubber bands
Understand Fam?
Cold-hearted G and I don't give a damn
Yeah they saw what happened
But they won't take the stand
Everybody give respect
Cousin, I'm the man!
Taxin', Clappin', It's crackin'
That's why I'm rappin'

Repeat Chorus

Vamp

Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you

You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot

Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!

Homey watch yo' back
You'll pay a heavy debt

Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you

You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot

Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!

Them slugs is hot
Homey, This is My Block!!

SPREAD THE WORD

Spread the word judgment day'll soon be coming
If you a wanksta pack your bags and be running
I'm numba one, G, you'll never be nuthin'
That's the way it is

Spread the Word I'm the one that's gonna getcha
Like a dog I'm gonna hunt and fetch ya
You'll live to see another day if I let ya
Spread the Word

200 Proof G, criminal, lethal, get that picture
Run soon before I'm gonna get ya
Die A rack-a-homicides
Cold Killa Evil proven gunna
On the move I'm dead eye

Ride for a fee
Don't matter you can flee
A long future for ya I don't see
Try to move above me, ya team ain't movin' nothin'
Come through leave you wit a tattered squad
I ain't bluffin'

It's my city
On my word you can go
Strip ya pride I'm blastin betta hit da floor
Guards, buck 'em grab the money hit the road
Before I go put two in ya dome I have no soul
Mind blown
Gangsta you respect or ya gone

Dolla fiend, Terrorist
I don't care if I'm wrong
Killa bee watch my stang!
I'm insane
If I bring the ruckus you ain't gonna do a damn thang!!

Repeat Chorus

Movin' major Ki's pimp ya gal evil fire breathin' heathin'
Only an evn'n schemin' for ya green then
Hi! I'm just stopping by
Ransack it
Some empty bags I'm packin'
Drugs and money stackin'

Die for my gang
Let the shotties rang
A bounty on you if ya movin' rock cane
Move in my hood you'll leave ya baby G's searchin
For ya missin' body parts you didn't see me lurkin'

Dog it's a pity
It ain't like you don't know
You did some time man you know how I roll
Gats pump soon as I walk in ya door
Back to da hood with all the cheddar we stole
And hit a bowl
Too cold
Had to do it to remind all my foes

A gangsta's daily regimen
I stay on my toes
Now you gone
What a shame
It's not a game
I'm makin' major devastation if my gats sang

Repeat Chorus

Spread the word
This is my last warning to you cowards
You don't wanna have to see me
Cause when you see me
You know what's about to go down

I KNOW YOU NEED TO KNOW

Everything is in between the lines of time
Spawns the rhyme the kind of expansion of
Consciousness dances beat of the drum where
The words come from given a gun and explicit
Instructions function of livin is full of instruction
What if we act and subtract this distraction
A faction of us could erupt in conjuction
Open up minds into time and dimension
Extension of soul into powerful people
Soul sanctified soul my god how ya sent prevent
This to detain that

Chorus

It's a subtle battle the rattle of chains refrain
Is it they or them friend or enemy spiritually
Vacant dissipations is runnin the nation
I look back on the Jamaicans see that he was
Takin a risk to sift between the gifts he got
Friends got shot I seen affliction same as this one
In a separate state of perception minds locked down
This is got a soft spot slow of convention
Convincing wisdom isn't in the books or looking up
To crooks who trust that they're the same as us
Inside of that streams a separate dream each and every thing

Chorus

Let it all go

RAST

Goodbye

Hook
Goodbye
You crossed the line
Cold facts, it's the very last time
It's over, please
Get on your knees
And say goodbye, say goodbye

Repeat 1X

1st Verse
Goodbye, It'll be a long winter
When wifey gets the news, I'll make sure to send her
A dozen black roses to commemorate
When a sucka comes to me then tries to play me late
I slid you fifty grand
Now you messin' with my money yo
I told you from the gate I'm quickly bitter and unstable
When it comes to dealin' wit 'em and they don't pay me mine
I find boxes that can fit em, watch their bravados decline

There's no fists
It's 4-5th's
Silenced with no prints
Tha lab kit's negative and there's no snitches
You can believe me not
It's a quick way to become the foundation of a parking lot

And for some reason (pause)
I see a lot of asphalt if your future (You hear what I'm sayin')
I'm a use you to send a message to the block
Let 'em know Mr. Grimm ain't playin' ( I got to get you!!)

Repeat Hook

2nd Verse

Goodbye
Are you cryin'?
Last night I heard you was braggin'
Don't deny it
Take it like a man, quit ya' whinin' and snifflin'
You took it too far, it's beyond a butt whippin'

Right now, I know you wish you could begin again
I thought you knew the street game
It's hard to win it when
You think you gotta crew but you're really on your own
I ain't worried about your bodyguards – they was on loan

See they owed me money
It didn't take much
I got people so close to you
Boy you could'a been touched
But I wanted to look you straight in your eyes
So you could see the glimmer on my face
As your life expired

Why you play me phony
You know me homey
If I just let you take my money
I'd be broke and lonely
And I can't have that
So whether friend or foe
You cross me in these streets you better know... (I'm coming for you!!)

Repeat Hook

3rd Verse

Are there any last words you would like to say
U betta man-up and accept your fate
Cause its over, done, your chapter's finally closed
Out of all the paths to travel
This is the road you chose
Don't blame me, its basic street philosophy
Rule #1, paragraph three
you take a gangsta's money
And you try to slide
You can run it's just a matter of time!!!

Repeat Hook 2X

Vamp

Don't play with my money, money
Oh no
Cause I'm a come for you, I've got to
I run these streets, I've gotta feed my crew

Feel the Pain

Chorus
Yeah You're gonna feel the pain
You'll never be the same, Yeah
You're gonna feel the pain
You won't believe it
When you feel it

You're gonna feel the pain
You ain't never gonna be the same,
You're gonna feel the pain, Yeah
You won't believe it
When you feel it

1st Verse
You won't believe the pain (pause)
Full-time felon yall know my name, I slang
Quick to bang
I control a gang (pause)
Of rowdy-thug-gangstas
All united, we slang

More greens and coke than a little bit
Step outta line
We'll smoke you
Give the cops the fits

Bold, intemperate bro, so I get
Mo money than 'em all
Squeeze for the hell of it

Raised to hold heat
Thrived on seedy blocks
The game is all in me mayne
I can't stop

If I get the drop on you
I'm blastin', few
Survive a confrontation
Stop the beggin- your threw!
(long pause)
Of Newports in da pen
Make you fade to black

Repeat Chorus

Vamp
You don't want to cross me
I'll make you feel da pain
Feel da pain

Talkin' a lot being flossy
I'll put 2 in ya brain
You don't want to test me

You don't want to cross me
Don't want to feel my reign
I'm insane

I'm insane

Love to bang

It's all over if I want you mayne

Repeat Chorus

In the middle of the street ya shake
Boy I'll rock your world
Like a violent quake
Stopped my cross-town rivals movin major weight
I'm servin all you suckas
I ain't givin no breaks

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
I'll go blow for blow
Rivalries fo' sho; (pause)
Ended violently over drugs and dough
(pause)
You really didn't want confrontation yo
Cause I'm a killa for real
You've been shot befo'
(long pause)

I guess the message didn't sink in, and I guard my rep
I'm looking for homey- watch ya step
I was husslin' while you slept
Hit you five times, heard your mother wept

My side gangstas are the craziest
Homicides when des guns are blazin its (pause)
Real in da field
A'ready made a mil (pause)
Blew a mil, I'm still rakin' major scrill
(For Real?) (pause)

I'm really not playin' dude
Your eyes is shifty
If ya break my rules

You'll disappear quicker than a carton pack

CRACK IN THE STREET

Crack in the street, too much heat
I can't get no relief
It's gonna run you down to the ground
'Til you can't make another sound

Crack in the street, too much heat
I can't get no relief
It's gonna run you down to the ground
'Til you can't make another sound

Every heat in the laps with enough street caps
To make that mistake gun claps no daps
To make fools of an enemy hustler
Bustler just to make a buster trust her
Take a permanent nap now I got a backpack
At the pad with the rad semiautomatic fad
Of these kids with mad dreams fiending for the stream of
Greenbacks snatched from the midst of adolescence
With no repentance shorty call the crew back
Ain't no amount of crack gonna get your life back
Told you once I'm the mack of this game
Slap you with the shame same

Crack in the street, too much heat
I can't get no relief
It's gonna run you down to the ground
'Til you can't make another sound

Crack in the street, too much heat
I can't get no relief
It's gonna run you down to the ground
'Til you can't make another sound

Laid back I'm the mack don't hate just get a sack
Of the doja I told ya I'd be back you know me 6'5" live
At the wide down electric its hectic its misfits with no business
Get ya hustle move on we at the long beach side of the song
I'm the bomb funkadelic if I tell it be too nasty she asked me
Yo you know where I could get that rock from?
Talk about prolifically said you no go in the side of the snow
Cook it up and rocked talking automatic walkin' talkin' crazy shiznit
Get with bizzel trick I nizzell slick substance

Crack in the street, too much heat
I can't get no relief
It's gonna run you down to the ground
'Til you can't make another sound

Crack in the street, too much heat
I can't get no relief
It's gonna run you down to the ground
'Til you can't make another sound

It's not the roughness just the justice
I just want to get the rough biz but my cousin
Lives in that same insane the same vein
Like a thief addicted to relief hell steal the seat
From under your peeps it's the old school pimp flow
Just to let you know know
I do get the dough dough oh so opposite
Of slow soul so I get a runnin' of a dozen
Sacks of that soul substance jack
Now my backs tweaked deep like a knife
In the back of another crackhead beds made might sleep
But I thought I saw these fools creep
After me in the laid back chevy that's heavy

Crack in the street, too much heat
I can't get no relief
It's gonna run you down to the ground
'Til you can't make another sound

Crack in the street, too much heat
I can't get no relief
It's gonna run you down to the ground
'Til you can't make another sound

She got a big big belly messin' with this kid named Delly
Pumpin' sytems with that Nelly now you damned smelly
Can't get no relief in the crack strewn streets now my peace
Is this piece that I keep with me on the daily gotta fight like Israeli
Soldiers I told ya I hold the head of my man fed lead in his system
Two in the leg one in the chest no protection no resurrection
For this chosen direction perfection this lesson is lessened by these
Same seeds guessin' get life lessons from the grip of a gun
And it ain't no fun runnin' these streets tryin' to get relief

Crack in the street, too much heat
I can't get no relief
It's gonna run you down to the ground
'Til you can't make another sound

Crack in the street, too much heat
I can't get no relief
It's gonna run you down to the ground
'Til you can't make another sound

BRING IT ON (Clean)

Man these little fools think they can step up and try to question my authority
Don't they know it's life or death out here in the city streets
Rockin' these gritty beats, please

Ill disease manifest in violent fantasies and tendencies to overreact attack and ransack villages the pillager like Ghengis Khan you relate the source of infinite hate that motivates a killer the shark the 24-7 hunter red eyes gleam search for the mark wak MC on pipe dream step to the cipher to sharpen my claws loosen some jaws give final rites say goodnight and send 'em home in a box my fight not I'm hyped ready for war check my arsenal and strap refresh ammo and head for the door want a firefight slide into the night a deadly shadow that could shift the stitch of the fates with one riff and unleash a massacre I'm blastin master assassin on the warpath can't hold back it's full blast comin ill to correct catch wreck and snap necks with some raw ass funk no need for special effects

Chorus:
Bring it on
You wanna play me
Think I'm crazy
I'm gonna show you
Blow you away
I can take anything you got
Shoot your shot wake up cause
I own this game

Lab explosion you're dozin I'm swingin for the balcony rows and your flows are stopping at your toes your sole projection you're clothes and watch chose to perfection grab the steel and your as real as 'its at a porno convention I outbox you one handed outfox at every twist and turn of my command of reckless abandon more shots landed your crew can't stand it watchin my underhanded tactics expose your need for more practice I'm sharp like cactus spikes light up the mike and rock block your weakness while I freak this hip hop true MC battle me and be left in memory or just forgotten as one more fate who's style is rotten you're a seed that never sprouted you never made the first stage when I engage I'm lethal as a twelve gauge at close range my battle axioms are razor sharp practice the dark arts I'll cut out your heart from the start your marked

Chorus

There's no escape from this reality just another casualty of combat better go back slow down your drum track in fact start from scratch cause your whole style is wak soundin like a Jack Kerowac crack flashback I react my instinct go for the throat I wanna hear you choke disappear in a cloud of my gun smoke <> hope defeated I'm top seated royally treated warnings should be headed true contenders needed I'll repeat it if I must stay weeded when I bust I outlast and outpace the enemy is crushed dust to dust ashes to ashes they all fall down retain my crown go down in history books and catch jealous looks take off my cape and dance around like godfather James Brown when you hear the funky sound you know its time to get down the mike burner bomb sparker drive the party insane so bring it on 'cause I own this game y'hear bring it to me

Chorus

Booty Shakin'

Chorus
Get ya booty shakin'
Drop ya A to Floor
Shake ya Money Maker
Till I'm ready to Blow

Repeat 1X

Verse 1
Shake it, shake it, shake it
But baby don't break it, break it, break it
Oh my God I love to see you naked
I can't take it
Ya' let me put my hands on ya hips and now I'm snake bit
You need to quit
Make me wanna strip

I can imagine both our bodies drippin'
When I watch ya' booty dip I'm trippin'
Schemin' on how I'm gonna slip in
Make ya hips bend
I'm behind ticklin'
Ya pearl
Wit my stick in
We both grinnin'
The room's spinnin'

You know what you do
How you do
When you do that thang
Make me wanna buy you a rang!
Duckin my gang
The way you make my thang sang
I'd win a grammy category sprung
Got me in shower hung waitin' to plunge
Girl you da' one!

Uh Oooooh!
Homey there she go
Twirlin' on the danceflo'
Wit a rump deluxe
U see why I'm always in the cut smashin' it up?

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
Girl it ain't fair how you do that there
Everybody starin'
Wit dem tight pants dat you wearin', ya chil'ren
Had to be fun to make
I'm dreamin' of missionary nights grippin' dem cakes
For goodness sakes

Could you give a young brotha a break
Better yet, give a brotha a taste
Put ya lips on my face wit haste!
Let me fill up ya space
Undeniably you one of the greats, what would it take?
I appreciate ya!

U got every dude sittin' up in da club
Wit da bitter beer face
But you know they scrubs
Yet you showin' me love
Let's raise up
We can do it in the tub
Hot oil body rubs

Shake it, shake it
Wherever you move, I'll take it, take it!
Girl you ain't heard?
I can run a thousand miles
Especially when I'm runnin'.... FROGGYSTYLE!!

Repeat Chorus

Vamp
"Bump, Bump, Bump, Bump"
I love the way ya booty's shakin' baby!

"Bump Bump, Bump, Bump"
You drivin' me crazy girl

"Bump, Bump"
Ya' waist is thin
Wit dem nice thick thighs
You can forget all dem other guys
You know dem chump's little willies won't fly!

Blunt

Chorus
We drinkin wine till we insane
Then we poppin down something gonna fry your brain
Hit the table and we sniff up the cocaine
Then we kick it all back with da blunt, da blunt blunt

Repeat 1x

1st Verse
Me and the homies we run the streets from dusk till dawn
Party and pump we pimpin every night its on
We stay wit da greenery playa put it in the air
Rollin by the cops smoking homey we don't care
Six soldiers deep and every gangsta got his own pound
Got some chickens that like to blow
Spread it all around
Sprinkle some on Mr. Willy baby put it in her mouth
Dropped her back around the corner
She was cussin and poutin

But you know how we do it's a P Unit thang
The pimpin they get from me is from the top of the game
Get em high and then we toss em in packs leave em in fits
Everybody around this town knows our parties are it

We're the baddest of the bunch
Nobody even closer
This is Ghetto Fantasy Island
tub
Man this is the kind of night me and homies love
It's a wild scene boy, playa anything goes
Weed smoking homey ladies quick to come out their clothes
They'll do anything for it people humpin

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
You'd think I was Tony Montana look at all of this snow
Looks like Christmas on the table
Comes in a constant flow
Stay cool we stay full of them chemicals
Don't be a fool P Unit rules we give it to you gals
Smoking all day the coke got my heart racing' fo sho
Six breezies all satisfied another ready to go
The homies kicked back chillin telling old war stories
I'm peepin the scene while they revel back in their glory
The blunt's got em talking
Blow got the honies stalkin
A little white lightning get tha bras and panties poppin
So much wild stuff happenin too much for the average
It'll fry your brain
Sometimes it's hard to manage
Kick back wit da blunt blunt
Puff a blunt blunt
I know you're enjoying yourself no need to front front
Out of all the city crews we got the baddest groupie broads
They like the power and money
We only give em blow and rods

Repeat Chorus
Mr. Pork I'm the hoster
Everywhere
They just wanna have a good time
Kick a private affair
We ballin out of control the Unit doin it right
Come party with us I promise you'll be as high as a kite
There's 2 in back homey waitin aiminz to please
Drop her a ball she'll give it to you wet butt up on her knees

Repeat Chorus

Vamp
Smoke....
Smoke....
Smoke....
Smoke....

2nd Verse
The room is full of purple haze and towers of powder
We in the penthouse tower
Hit both broads in an hour

Man it's 4 a.m. and we been up around 22
She wanna bang on the balcony
Hot crack with a view
The penthouse is smokin'
People snortin China White
The unit's been known to drop 50G's in a night
It really don't matter we're a full service crew
We provide you the experience
Dog u know how we do

20 bikini booties bouncing all up in da
Repeat Vamp

Being A Playa

Intro
I'm the playa of all playas
Wherever I am
Da ladies know what's up
U haters do to
So I'm a keep doin what I do
And Doing who I do
It's P Unit G

Chorus
BEIN' A PLAYA IS A WAY OF LIFE
UP ON TOP (&) OUT ALL NIGHT
SHAWTY WANT A TASTE OF A REAL G
COME ON DOWN & BE A PLAYA WIT ME

1st Verse
I got pros in every area code
WIDE LOAD
P.I.M.P.
I keep 'em out of they clothes

Love or Hate it
I'm Don Dada
Pick her up... "look ma.. you talk a lotta"

Slow Down, I know I speak greasy
U know how us G's be
Whether I'm in da Benz or da coupe
Girl I stay freezy

On top of my game
You know the name
It's P unit all day mayne
I'm rippin through frames

All flavors
Chocolate, Almonds, Vanilla Swirls
When I'm in da club I'm chased by all the girls

Whether they wear straight hair or they rockin' curls
Wit' dis Magic Stick
The ladies love to lick like Shirl

Well I met her just last week outside ya boutique
Pulled up there was a group of dames she took a peek
I saw it in her eyes
And wit' them caramel thighs
I had to give it to her
Now don't act surprised

(I'm a playa baby you know me!!)

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Let me tell all of you wanna be playas a little somethin'
If you really like them big fat rumps for pumpin'
It's a breeze and you can keep ya cheese
Playa peep the steez!!

I stay clean, I'm lean, carry stacks of green
And I keep a deeper bench than any NBA team

Some like tha bouncin'
Others like it on they back
They fiend for the monster
I like to call him Shaq

Takes up a lot of space
Unstoppable in the lane
If the game gets tight
He can cause you pain

Big Popi, the main ingredient
Lubricates the fold
Even though my rims is gold
And my wrists stay cold

They gets no dough
But they like to step in the Rolls
Take of they G strings
Then I curl up they toes

Some had visions of a pay day
Others just like to lay me
They caught up in the fortune and fame
So I'm a play 'em mayne!!

Outro
Being a playa is a way of life
I can't help it
They just keep coming at me
Constantly
They know who we be
I give 'em a little taste of the wild side
I'll pop the champagne wit 'em
Show 'em a little bit of the good life
But really they just like to keep this thang up in 'em
And I oblige
You know... I'm Here to Serve (w/ laughter)
It's a hard life
But somebody's gotta do it
P.P.P.P. P UNIT!!!!

BEFORE I DIE

CHORUS:
Before I die I'm gonna beat the street
Gonna take my toll on society
Settle all my debts wit my enemies
Before I die, Before I die

Back in the joint yall know my name
Hard core killa that's my claim to fame
All props to me I'm gonna own this game
Before I die, Before I die

This is my warning and I won't repeat it
Try to cross me and You'll end up deleted
You rockin jewels, flashin tools
Give me all ya loot and take this lashin fool!
Man they just don't listen
Wifey looked up and him and his car was missin
You betta understand
It gets crucial, blow
The back of ya cranium
Take you man out, bro
I-Don't-Think-You-Realize
How quickly it could end
Can't get your hands untied
Blindfolded in my basement
With my gat in ya face
Its getting crowded in these streets
I guess I'll make some space
I always go for broke
you though you was a G
Take my position? Nope!
Politicians in my hand
I'm supplyin' dope..Blastin
Have you in the street dancing Loc!

It's really best stay out my way
Cold-blooded Killa I don't play

CHORUS

Give it up or you'll be spittin' up
In da middle of the street you can't believe ya luck
I know you own the liquor store's been here for years
I'm tryna say you got a new partner dear
Tha whole hood kicks in
I'm always on my grind
And I don't want no friends
I creep through the fog with ease
5 minutes after smokin' you
I'm home smokin' on some trees
It's Rough!
The street game's a risk but I love the drama
Some suckas end up missin'
When I pull heat
Put you on your knees
Make your last prayer
Crack a smile and squeeze
Boy you don't really want it
I'm livin it fo' real
E'ry day a wad of money
I'm collectin bills packin steel
Nobody thinks of testing
Cause they know I'll peel

It's really best stay out my way
Take you out man, I don't play

CHORUS

You don't wanna feel da pain
I run these streets
Kill my enemies
Everybody knows my name
This is my hood
It's all good

I'm the ruler of the game
Livin the street life
The street life