we run these streets nine times over /
till motherfuckers die and lye over/
u cant see what i see cuz im a true fucking soilder/
i mean it if anybody glances at me/
im tearing there fucking eyeballs out
then turning there body into mence meat/
bitch u love to hate/
but the mood all changes when u see my .38/
u just pray that is not to late/
so i spray and send u motherfuckers to ur fate/
i stay tru/
i rep till my days are through
so im gonna do what i got to do/
and tell what on my mind cuz these streets are the only thing that will accept this shit as fine/


yo crack kills/
dope sells/
drop deals/
pop pills/
kill any motherfucker in ur way to get thrills/


yo listen didnt anybody tell u not to fuck with the crazy ones/
who balls weigh ton/
grabbing there guns/
not having fun untill someone gets hurt/
then pissing on there grave after there under the dirt/
listen a crew is like a deal in poker/
i got a hand ful of aces all u got is a couple of jokers/
who claim to be dealers but not even real smokers/
u best bellive when i step up im gonna wreck up/
leaving bitches with there neck cut/
then stand there with a bloody knife and a jason mask screaming next up/