Lyrics:
Wolf, wolf all you want, run your mouth in the street
But you ain't gon' fuck with a picture of me
I don't give a motherfuck if you a hundred deep
Wolf, wolf all you want, run your mouth in the street
But you ain't gon' fuck with a picture of me
I don't give a motherfuck if you a hundred deep
prove that I'm guilty
These lawyers fees is crazy, thank God, I'm playin' with milli's
In love with the streets, you by yourself when it get tricky
and shake to my musical plot
My treacherous beats make your ears respond
And not another DJ rocks this type of beat
Most Russians will know just by looking
Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!
[W Ballz D.J
then picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
ain't see my Auntie Marva
In a minute by the match ball
Got took from off the streets
For a lil minute, now I'm back now
And, I hear trouble calling
You
the street
At this time I had stood to my feet and said wait a minute
And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't
With it so
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Yeah, aye
Run it up, run it up (run it up)
We in the club about to fuck it up (yeah)
Tell the DJ to turn it up (aye)
Jackie Chan, I'll cut it up
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
in the streets don't sleep
With the piece, police want us 6 feet deep
It's my niggas!
We bleed together, and eat together
When the Po' say freeze, we
comin' fo' ya'
In the streets is hungry goons!
Comin' to a neighborhood near you,
Today or someday soon.
Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,
Wild in these streets (yeah)
Wild in these streets (get 'em)
Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak (fuck it)
Wild in these streets
violence usually ends in sirens
By all means, we all fiend for finance
We make cash on the street called straight path
We take class, build with the Gods
on me, Makaveli
Girl, you got me speeding, yeah, yeah
Doing two-forty on Lekki-Epe (DJ Vyrusky)
With the top down no do gra, gra
You'd be drinking
gallon
Of laxatives by accident just to shit on you has-beens
Had it been for my past tense, I wouldn't be rapping
See these streets made me, broke me
Wid out a fuckin' clock (clock)
It's like I hear me
And it's like I don't hear me
I guess I get bad off in these streets
While they bail off
[Verse 4:
Cause even in my city there's no heart in the streets man
We all trying to compete, to make our life complete
By serving in these streets, dodging
pointers and they head up
30 shots in the semi-clock, and I ain't never been scared of
DJ Drama we the realest nigga, street music make em' feelin equal
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
war so let's get it on
Plus we maintain, put one in your brain
We keep shit real, DJ Smurf straight thuggin' and knocking out grills man
[Kaine,
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