my lean, me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene, In the passenger seat yeah thats the Jeep, and you know what we fixin to score a fuckin ki, so guess
chocolate Sucker know you're listenin so please get off of it A score and two years ago began the ?uestion's mission South of 52nd Street, on ? and anybody
a dollar bill, she will, 97 to the hill get ill, do your thing, I ain't mad at you son, it's how you feel... [Noreaga] Yo, blood scene, bloody my vision
god study swiftly Indian style, knees bent, hands together Regulate, drama kickin like East state money to make, 1st of the month son chop the wait break the law and gotta score
pony kick Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit Most the time we loading clips Otherwise we holding chips Hittin' scores, kickin'
t the type of brother made for you to start testin' I peeped you frontin', I was in the Jeep Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin' Across the street
old school A small point to these fool's, I got to prove The game is cold you own yo own is these fuckin' street's So on my own, i'ma put myself on these fuckin' street
bout lil' yo-yo cruise the scene because he's out the melph, Back to the scene, open the ridge, yeah he cost a broad, He leaves the scene reppin' it down
Black Chopper Trigger Pullers That's how we be, loadin' clips then release Eight deep, in the 300 E, leather seats, and in the trunk atiliary Up the street, where I score
crew Every day of my life since 11-2-74 On the street makin' non-stop cream galore Packin' heat, stickin' up weed stores and more Collectin' interest off of extortions to settle my score
on my lean me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene In a classic seat yeah thats a sheet and you know what, we fixin to score a fuckin key so guess what
sound I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine This is how we like to do it in the murder scene Can we settle up the score?
My mom is in the bedroom, cryin' again Sister's on the street corner, lyin' again Just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin' again I'm tryin' again
Ain't scared to go to war And all us hustlers like to score I'm dropping that pants worse Pimp first Then fuck what haters speak I'm pimping on these streets
blud [Mega] What did I do to deserve this shit? Why? I need to know but I know They think we?ve lost it They think we ain?t clocking the streets no
blud [Mega] What did I do to deserve this s***? Why? I need to know but I know They think we've lost it They think we ain't clocking the streets no
dizzy blud [Mega] What did I do to deserve this shit? Why? I need to know but I know They think we?ve lost it They think we ain?t clocking the streets
it's just like the streets I see the same killas, hustlas, and freaks I remember you selling white on da cut Now you most hated on the mic hollering what Chopping up the scene
