Lyrics:
off these meds I get real rowdy
To close to the edge might catch me ah body
In the front of the yo like I'm gotti
Servin that shit in the lobby
I was
Street life where the struggle won't let you be
Street life where the drugs and thugs meet
Yo, yo, yo
You on my dick
My life is like a James Bond
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
Yo, now when you hear the name Keith Murray, don't think violence
That's nonsense, me and Meth put that to silence
I'm a product of the streets
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Wyclef talking:
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
Wake up everybody Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
bring the heat.
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
a little graze
I remain relevant I'm a raw element
High street intelligent product of my tenement
Son of Anarchy, smoking that Bob Marley
La la la be
I’m getting high (Getting High)
Rolling on percs and my bitch on a molly (Perks, Molly)
I’m in the streets making money like Gotti (Gotti)
Hoe, I do not
shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no Roddy
I’m smoking OG mixed up with Gelatti
Don’t wanna
Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
hustlers naturally born
With street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti
Y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd, a gemstar hit down on the plate
The Mobb niggas
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
of a master
Yo something in the street went, bang bang
Making it hard for you to do your thang thang
Something in the street went bang bang
Up in
careless
Tell the boss
There's a bigger boss in the streets
We are not two pods in the peas
My racks got stolen by thieves
Got stolen by thieves
This cash
Sittin by yo gravesite got me blowing out smoke
Now You can lay to rest
The coldest words in my life
Streets made me heartless
Made this Nina my wife
nigga
That be up in your braud nigga
You fraud nigga
Cop yae, from far, but never raw niggas
My A's and SK's will rob when it's war nigga
Product
And plays him for bitch, every time he's with his click
He saw him up the streets, through the jeep passenger door
Looking sweet three deep, by the 24 store
for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
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