| Lyrics: | Streetlife]
Yo, I know the streets is watchin'
Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or
glockin'
Waitin' for my down four street got options
Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay
rockin'
All emcee's falled when I heard the albums droppin'
Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop
rap concoction
Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin'
I produce joints that loosen
up the socket
Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit
Bang your head to this,
pump your fist if your feelin' it
Ride the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it
This
is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You)
Who the ultimate? (Wu)
Stay commited,
sold my soul to this rap shit
Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick
I roll
with, ghetto bastard with biscuits
And grab my dick and flick it, get the
picture
[Redman]
Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front
So hard the
airbags use nasal pumps
Jump out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the ground
aint paved enough
Inform the former the first step was a warm-up
The next step'll bomb on
where your car alarm was
Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up
Shots'll tear Sean John
and Phat Farm up
I never gotta Soul Train award
Never lost to emcee's as lame as
y'all
Never, trick a bitch car payment off
Im a orangatang when the chain is
off
Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
Leavin'
stains of blood on your Rolie Glass
When im in your hood nigga throw me bags
[Method
Man]
Lets trick the night fantastic
Im flexable, they used to call me plastic
These
big butt bitches get they ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids
Couldn't
live where we live
I can't be defeated like nobody used to wizz
Like, when daddy's home
can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the clan and you know the fuckin' man
Meth rock
a mic without a kickstand
Two blunts, and razors in his wristband
Slap you and your bitch
man
Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man
When it's goin' down, call me
quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston
And if the price is right, you
can be the next contestant
For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin'
As
hard as my erection, kid learn your lesson
Cuz what if I decide to start testin' the joint in
the muthafuckin session?
[Saukrates]
Let a nigga get into it
Lubricate y'all
veins with your "Do-It" fluid
I Einstein these rymes, spit these thangs to prove it
Cross
with the mac, in fact my games are truest
Now im on the highway, doing it my way
With
Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday
Performin' like the weather was warm
And drop
heat on the streets through zero degree storms
And keep the ghetto, pop your metal
Smoke
it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow
The addiction, aint no friction
I got them rap
heads fillin' out a prescription
With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the
stakes
And burn the arch, like a iron to your face
These long hard years spent
Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button |
