Street Opera

Sun God get 'em

I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs

That's why lead the call, they moving up on us

But them G's on the corners, move when

I moveThat's a warning, or

I'mma have my goons spin a garment

Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us

They get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order

Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters'

Cuz pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water

I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border

I love my life,

I live it twice, 'cuz it's up to me sorta

You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter

That really love me, for the shit that

I taught her

Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king

I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in

Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame

I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons

Jeans, hoods, shit, shit

Visions of me swallowing shit, being chased by jake

And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate

And tooters is flab with shit, with shit and them jeans

We chew through it, like we coming down off shit

And my P.O., she half

Creole, I move from

Philly to

DallasWith true talent, like my name is

T.O.So when

I ****, I gotta **** slow, she know

I kick them

Vasine bottles'

Cuz if I'm dirty,

I ain't letting it go

Your project steps is

Ajax down, dry blood

Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground

Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters,

I led many

Horses to water, just to see if they like it

Taste my,

Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now

News flash, my **** ridin'

L, laid a cop down

Any of ya **** want beef,

I will stop clowns

I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the **** sound?

Jeans, hoods, guns ****

Aiyo, what up

S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my ****

I'm just oil in the ****, exercising my trigger

Finger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah,

I got a crispy stainless

Your mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers

Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains in

I'm so close to the edge, pushin' they **** face in

I bet you now, them mutha**** really start complaining

No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining

We go hard, like the

NARC's when we start invading

I copped the license and registration, to cock and aiming

It's all entertainment and all my **** made it

We hard body like

Wu-Tang and

Iron Maiden

I keep the **** blazing, hands hurt

Like a **** when she putting braids in,

I think it's so amazing

We ran **** for hours, up in the

Days InnHood rats and **** motels, we seen baking

Jeans, hoods, guns, ****

Good