Lyrics:
Kill, nigga if you wanna merch it, bitch it's facts
I took my lumps in these streets, I ain't neva been a rat
So I can't vouch for these niggas, out here
in the streets, you tellin' (Skrrt)
Don't run, don't run
Make it home to my son (To my son)
I be with killers who kill other killers
I'm hangin'
where I eat and or tweak in my seat you can't sleep in the streets
Right on, right on
Dope deal to stay high to feel real, well I don't quite pay for
when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you
the envious hear this
I catch wreck any punk in my way I'm banded (Why E?)
Cause I'm the last man standin
Hook:
"Whatever it takes how ever it
Right up in hurr, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in hurr, and don't bend wit da pre'sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh,
burning down military in the streets
All it takes is a camera around
To add fuel to the fire to burn this world down
Stop drop and roll the fire is outta
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
and pluck'em
Strap tsay in my hand, I gotta protect mine
Niggas trying to pull it off, pop goes the nine
That's how it gotta be in these uptown streets
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner
When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
You can see a lot of things if you look deep enough
It's all around
[Guru]
The city skyline, in
There's a Kmart and a KFC
Fitness Center and an Applebees
Wells Fargo and a Taco Johns
A good time bar to
Get your bad swerve on
In a town that's
gotta protect mine
Niggas trying to pull it off, pop goes the nine
That's how it gotta be in these uptown streets
And a nigga like me, I play the game for
When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
You can see a lot of things if you look deep enough
It's all around
The city skyline, in
(Dub), it's a package of love (its all love)
The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp)
And my ratchet is snub (snub), just
need to take it back, fuck Viacom
Clear Clear Channel and Radio One
You muthafuckas programmed by the programmers
That's why you gettin' locked up by
everyone takes
Day in, day out
Signs say "stay in," "stay out"
John and Cece make it look easy
Bread in the morning and songs in the evening
Up in the hills
number, my plug willin' to top it
So one phone call and the flood hittin' your projects
I only wear them shits if a dub fit in the pockets
'Cause my hood
fleet, with missile seekers
Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers
Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher
Glad
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
to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
everyone eat
Business discrete
Music lil ratchet
It twerk through the streets
Life is in action
It’s death to
Discrete
No rest but in peace
We
[Chorus]
The indestructable bobby steel's is here
[method man]
Yo in the heat of the night
My 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and trappa john m.d.
Full metal jackets
'cause'
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