blame the street, can't blame the heat, for these blisters on my feet. I'd like to say that this city was to blame. On summer nights streets are on fire
to place like a hobo Full time entertainer, I left my block to make fa sho do' I'ma keep these hoods on fire, get rotation like tires Gotta show love
m not livin in the past, you wanna last Be tha first to blast, remember Kato No longer with us he's deceased Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
to put fire to your ears to lay smoke like rusty exhaust pipes We run mics, let Sean run the marathon Yo raise that money son, we raisin these kids Get
, boom boom boom boom boom bang Man we the best never the less, you know we get it hot Fire flame flame, fire fire flame Put me on the track and I'm a
right there, but you scared that they gon bust Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us See I'm one shot thru the heart like Cupid Y'all
The Game] No detox I'm comfortable dog Like the solo Reeboks right up under me dog And it feel like I done it before Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like
, fathers and daughters, They chassed us, caught us, numbered us to sort us, Raped up, scorned us, to break us they bought us, Third world kidneys for
And burned holes in his face With the magnifying glass ALL NIGHT I fly like a vampire bat And murder people telling stories where the campe fires at BLAME
of drugs onto our streets. At the same time, we are doing business with the very same goverment that is flooding our streets with cocaine. [Guest:] Mmm
never win Ghettos keep a crying out to streets full of zombies Kids are killing kids and then the kids join the army Rising and a waking, yes sir here
cheap office Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off us Gave her a handshake only for my man'
it Ha boys to man business, We don't hire b-tches, Just fire b-tches, It's young money fire spitters, The... is with us And they ain't ate they dinner
my Anaconda like Nirvana Marhihuana got bitches on they knees and they gon' bind us Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the bombin' Holla the drama, fire
I'm like open wounds pourin iodine Messin wit us is like saving "Private Ryan" You acting out a line now you lying, dying Wash my evil hands in the fire
