Hey yo, the streets love me, man

And I love the streets

So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit

Ya know me better than that



Ayo, I shoulda been out

I'm deadly when I pull the pin out

Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out

I knocked a lot of men out

I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out

It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out

You see ?codione?, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen

And if a bitch don't like me she must like women

Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin'

Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin'

It's over now, nigga, leave the game

I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain

We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame

We're niggaz be takin' drugs just to ease the pain

Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte

When I was OT your bitch rode me

First day home I dived in it

Left her thighs dented

Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes

Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis

So why your bills got Washington's face?

A lot of cats be frontin'

Made singles wit' a fifty on top

L tryin' to have the city on lock

Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot

Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us

Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L

If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!"

What



Word up man, them niggaz is hungry

They ready to bite a nigga arm off



Chorus: repeat (2X)



All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?

See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us

Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit' us?

And