S to the A, man
Lets get into this s*** n****!
I don't drive a g5 truck but I'm live as a f***
Had to go to prison for years for me to wisen up
Used to run around and formaldehyde it up
And if we ever b**ped heads you pretty much knew you was out of luck
Remember I shot crack-head Reg(gie) in the leg for running off with a mac
even after he gave it back
n**** this is deeper than rap
Though a lot of n***** say that
Everything that I speak is a fact
s***, then I shot crackhead Debbie
Talk about domestic abuse this b**** got hit with the desi
Now after Debbie and Reggie I'm ready
for any and everybody that want to test me
Bless me, you're a thug
Kid I shot in the Camelot, your s*** was sweet
(?) Until his mans got hit with the heat
Why ain't I just give you s*** to critique
Everything you hear me spit to the beat
s*** I did in the street
[Hook: repeat 2X]
You don't want drama
You don't want no beef
You don't want to lose those teeth
(It's street life)
Sucker you could die, quicker than you could live
When you f***** with the NY Streetz
(Real Street Life)
Sugar Pie Hunny Bear
We gotta get money here
Whether I got to write these raps or stash cracks in my underwear
Whatever yo I don't care
I swear I'll let the lead smoke
Before I'm dead broke
I ain't a Crip, man I'll hit you when your head low
I ain't a blood dog I'll leave your a** red soaked
With life line fluid get right around to it
Tell ya (?) how I killed this n****, true story
First week it's gonna sell more than you N.O.R.E.
And more than you too, Nas
Cause I had a real body in the trunk, not one but two guys
And I'm gonna get more publicity than 50
And be on UPN more nights a week than Sticky
And I aint gonna be on them so-called platinum
I'ma be on the news n***** stuntin I clapped them
[Hook: repeat 2X]
You don't want drama
You don't want no beef
You don't want to lose those teeth
(It's street life)
Sucker you could die, quicker than you could live
When you f***** with the NY Streetz
(Real Street Life)
I know they love the kid
More than that other kid
Don't try to act like
You ain't discovered it
Don't make a joke alright
You'll be the b*** of it
I act nice
But you know I'm on some gutter s***
I'm thuggin it
My pops wasn't s***
Lord of Rhyme was raised by the government
My God was the judge and s***
Sent me to some juvenile jail with some other young thugs in it.
To me it was like a covenant
They had animal lessons
It was the s***, I was loving it.
I came home with another chip
On my shoulder that was bigger than that other s***
Got heavenly on the drug tip, huggin the script
Only time I used bags was to put slugs in the clip
If you f*** around with Saigon I'm bustin your s***
f*** with Saigon I'm, bustin, your, s***
[Hook]
Lets get into this s*** n****!
I don't drive a g5 truck but I'm live as a f***
Had to go to prison for years for me to wisen up
Used to run around and formaldehyde it up
And if we ever b**ped heads you pretty much knew you was out of luck
Remember I shot crack-head Reg(gie) in the leg for running off with a mac
even after he gave it back
n**** this is deeper than rap
Though a lot of n***** say that
Everything that I speak is a fact
s***, then I shot crackhead Debbie
Talk about domestic abuse this b**** got hit with the desi
Now after Debbie and Reggie I'm ready
for any and everybody that want to test me
Bless me, you're a thug
Kid I shot in the Camelot, your s*** was sweet
(?) Until his mans got hit with the heat
Why ain't I just give you s*** to critique
Everything you hear me spit to the beat
s*** I did in the street
[Hook: repeat 2X]
You don't want drama
You don't want no beef
You don't want to lose those teeth
(It's street life)
Sucker you could die, quicker than you could live
When you f***** with the NY Streetz
(Real Street Life)
Sugar Pie Hunny Bear
We gotta get money here
Whether I got to write these raps or stash cracks in my underwear
Whatever yo I don't care
I swear I'll let the lead smoke
Before I'm dead broke
I ain't a Crip, man I'll hit you when your head low
I ain't a blood dog I'll leave your a** red soaked
With life line fluid get right around to it
Tell ya (?) how I killed this n****, true story
First week it's gonna sell more than you N.O.R.E.
And more than you too, Nas
Cause I had a real body in the trunk, not one but two guys
And I'm gonna get more publicity than 50
And be on UPN more nights a week than Sticky
And I aint gonna be on them so-called platinum
I'ma be on the news n***** stuntin I clapped them
[Hook: repeat 2X]
You don't want drama
You don't want no beef
You don't want to lose those teeth
(It's street life)
Sucker you could die, quicker than you could live
When you f***** with the NY Streetz
(Real Street Life)
I know they love the kid
More than that other kid
Don't try to act like
You ain't discovered it
Don't make a joke alright
You'll be the b*** of it
I act nice
But you know I'm on some gutter s***
I'm thuggin it
My pops wasn't s***
Lord of Rhyme was raised by the government
My God was the judge and s***
Sent me to some juvenile jail with some other young thugs in it.
To me it was like a covenant
They had animal lessons
It was the s***, I was loving it.
I came home with another chip
On my shoulder that was bigger than that other s***
Got heavenly on the drug tip, huggin the script
Only time I used bags was to put slugs in the clip
If you f*** around with Saigon I'm bustin your s***
f*** with Saigon I'm, bustin, your, s***
[Hook]