you better believe that im a street rider Case me through the night, I keep it tucked in my sleeves cuz im a street rider uh-huh im a hustler ghetto entrepreneur
me up? This motherfucker, I would've died for this nigga man You're now fucking with your last nigga Quick to blast nigga Gauge Masturbator Chest Plate disintegrator, rider
cuz, we just tippin' Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet Stop and C-Walk to the beat Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
boy gettin his mug on hey i wanna get my buzz on fuck around ill put my gloves on say no robbin how i eat b.c 32 thats my street brick squad runners
streets Drop 'em your boots Ooo Put it up and lose This is what we do And I can feel the rain comin' All in the streets Washin' all the stains from me
Where I'm from killers go dumb, usually death is the outcome Welcome to the jungle, where kidnappers haunt you The streets, they really want you I'm serious
back? Still we're here, haters Akon and Obie Trice, yeah Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? Take 'em all back to the street I keep the
Shady Aftermath Put your head in a scope A bank roll with the bucks It's what these young niggas killin' for The game dirty On the streets tryna deal
get clapped Get clapped, get clapped I know this feel different 'cause everything is good They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood Like I don't keep it street
Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider like my dirty Jesse James
style Thinkin' 'bout the row outta town With the heater cock bust a million rounds Dogg Pound internationals Drippin' off fools While the dock can bust The facility touch I made the game
pull down da zip ting flick out da ting den bor her big bar writer cah im not hyper grew up on dragonball-z and street fighter BMX rider ga'll dem creeper
(Low rider) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight (Low rider) Low rider, low rider Low rider, low rider Low rider, low rider Low rider
high In the name of the streets Dub C, The 'Ghetto Heisman' In the name of the streets Swangin' through a hood near you In the name of the streets
fake the nigga street sweeper) The Grim Reaper's grim reaper I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon The game sprays out of my mouth like a can
sacks put this gangsta shit back on the map Come on.Da da da da daaa! It's the return of the Shadiest rider G'd up rippin' the game full o' dollars Bumpin
WC] Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it So many of us done lost lives to the streets
