blame the street, can't blame the heat, for these blisters on my feet. I'd like to say that this city was to blame. On summer nights streets are on fire
m not livin in the past, you wanna last Be tha first to blast, remember Kato No longer with us he's deceased Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
stick me, believe it or not like Ripley I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a tech Pure uncut, fire it up, and watch the fiends come back Bubblin
little kids walking the ave. quick to produce a biscuit. Camu Tao Now you should medicate any area that the pain hits. And when you in the streets you
ebonics, smoke chronic, and drink {? } Until I feel bionic off the hydroponic Some niggaz never mastered phonics foolish states for how they act around us Some people ask about us
I fight for my livelihood, as focused as I might be should I try harder than incarceratin fathers Streets got the kids, thought of like doin but don't
like Paul McArtney And Michael Jackson, I cypher the action To anyone who assists like John Packson Who these kids think they is tryin' to act all wild They temporary like
your speaker box making people stop on the streets to clock like cops in front of reefer spots I'm known for pulling mics apart like repair shops and
ghost Cause we be the niggas that be crunker than most Everybody hit the floor cause it's about to go down Northside, southside how you like us now
Cause we be the niggas that be crunker than most Everybody hit the floor cause it's about to go down Northside, southside how you like us now SwishaHouse
hold math like caller I.D. Chose the path that chose me I'ma tell you like G-o-d told me Greed, lust, hate, and envy sweeped us from Shemtie Keep us
Mil] Knowledge the green Wally's All I see my mind hold math like caller ID Chose the path that chose me I'ma tell you like Jody told me Green lust hate
gon' wanna be with us, cryin with a sad face Money that keep us livin, the hungry people is dyin This crooked road we walkin, the devil he keep us lyin The kids
You mutha fuckin' right, Pa, I fight hard and I like crons It ain't my fault I don't like y'all [Word], stop actin' like broads Fold yo' bitch ass up,
is us Wanna buy another weapon - The beast is us Wanna get away with murder - The beast is us We're the West and the beast is us Ask the rest of the planet
, the tuner I hit ya neck wid the ruger and get respect this a shooter And ya knew the, shit like this, fool you better back up Tuck niggas up like buttercups
