i’m Walking Over The Streets With My Kicks And Leaving Him On The Pavement|| He Writes Some Pretty Ill Stuff But He Still Ain’t Making A Statement||
I’m Destroying The Streets Then The Hood Cause The Ghost Is Done Haunting Msn|| Quit Making Up Flows With Your Little Girly Girl Lyrics Dogg Stop Trying To Pretend||
I Got The Eye Of A Tiger That ‘ill Claw The Streets With A Rocky Uppercut With A Roman Numeral 3|| Know That Cobra Strikes Venom When Every These Cats Step To Me||
I’ll Roll You Out With The Red Carpet Like Your Going To The Grammy’s|| Then I Force You To Go 2 Sleep Like Ludacris But Ya Can’t Cause I Stole Ya Jammies||
Streets Ain’t Feeling The Heat When The Shells Hit The Floor|| Let Please Be The One Who Escorts You Like Ford To Find The Door||
When I Type Hommie I’m Out Of Control With The Scripts I Write|| Cause You Thought It Was An Apocalypse That Turned Ya Day To Night||
I’d Give You Hand But Ya Fixin’ To Be Buried In Cement Just To Have People Remember Ya Name|| Streets Took A Bold Step But When Ya Returned Ya Feel Off And Now Nobody’s Playing Ya Game||
My Excalibur Is Spittin Flames At Your Delinkwent Team At Your Death || But I Don’t Expect To “smell” Garbage Unless Its From Ya Onion Breath||
