us all living fast [Chorus x2] These streets these streets, we living in Will I see death or the Penn Everybody want ends, and a brand new Benz fake foes and friends, in these streets of sin
scope through your throat, pop go show we stopping guts Like Ron Artest I'm throwing heads, candy blue and rolling red Crips Bloods cops shackles, fuck with me get a hole in your head
y'all analog niggas we be digital Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible We never fall We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all [Killa Sin] We
by any foes Inside circles Attacking like packs of real sick dogs Running wild, crazy Sick in the head get out of hand daily Sick dogs got one screw
weed, and a sword like eXcalibre everybody get it, Go through the block tell niggas that I'm flippin, like everybody with it, Screw y'all niggas 2 in the head
for the screw And do it for the side and I'm a do it for you And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C. Screwed Up Click until I D I E Nigga don't get
's '98, playa, check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your head at arms, reached, cocked and ready 'Cause the streets'll catch
came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo you know Im comin realla, partna then I think ya knew that boy tha lean and fell on his head we comin through
on the ground Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't finished yet I gotta make a hoe I to 10, I sin, then
is on the ground Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin Then
partner, you gawfin' Get up outta the way when Techa N9ne be bustin' Gotta give it up I'm a veteran like Edison I'ma light 'em up and get in your head
Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin see that boy me and Poo hes steady jammin Screw two toned blades flippin rollin with tha whole crew yes that screw
touched by any foes Inside circles Attacking like packs of real sick dogs Running wild, crazy Sick in the head get out of hand daily Sick dogs got one screw
, but shit at least he alive And all the niggas he came up with either dead or retired And some inside, they still waiting parole I pray my niggas hold they head
Juan Gotti talking) What's some matter wit'chu? You think I'm fucking crazy? (2x) Vivir por la Raza (Juan Gotti) Padre Nuestro, Homeboy, get your head
head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead [Z-Ro:] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy,
