Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha

Daz and kurupt, kurupt and daz

Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash

Double up the dough, double my money

They can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny

You can't survive, off no conversation wit words

Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds

Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast

My first words are my last

I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits

First enfulltry of riders on a global pursuit

Parachute and jump, held high on a stump

Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt

The streets is a muthafucka

Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row

Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go

Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho

In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's

I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off hoe

Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us

Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers

Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out

Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out

Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery

Wow daz a safari, in a p?

Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet

It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks

Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant

Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit

Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done

One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs

Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart

Through my veins and through my heart

That's when the drama will start

Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots

Run through what you got, destroy yo block

Got a dealings ever ever was your spot

When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop

I seen it befo' 44's explode

Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo'

The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say

It's like this everyday on the streets of l.a

Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank

I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank

Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us

The gangsta gang muthafucka, it's on dawn to dust

Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us

Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo)

I represented and presented the bloodbath

Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed

We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance

At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, while in prison

Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck

Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches

Shut the fuck up, nigga (nigga)