And it's a message from the motherfucking street (chorus) Something funky for the streets And the niggas and the hoes Verse 2 Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets
And its a message from the motherfucking street (Chorus) Something funky for the streets And the niggas and the hoes Verse 2 Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets
getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the
ll punch ya to the beat Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street My foots always in my mouth they just can't stomach defeat I'm a master
being you but still you want to be me I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me And still you running around thinking you got something
[Nas] Yeah, hahaha "Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "Nas.." [Nas] Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts
doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves for chumps
goin I wont bite you Ha ha Those little dogs are somethin arent they They think there big then they run away from you Well I got somethin for you little
if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin Dice to DE With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me for real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats
Limit Soldier Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank Money, power, respect, leadership, street knowledge and wisdom AHH YAH...D.P.G., yah D.P
's sent me something, I need to cop something Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some Nigga stop frontin', get at your boy Hook it up like Master P (
what? {Master P} It go a little somethin like this here. {Snoop Dogg} Like this, woof woof. {Master P} Like this here, ya heard me? Chorus {Master P
A-2 I was lookin' for something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure by George (cryin' in the streets
"Cause when I flow the for the street " - " who else could it be" "Nas " Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before
is plastic I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass Slowin' me down gets you blasted For your chunk, I'll trunk your folks It ain't shit for mac to
bad one Ran Dunn raggity, you got fucked up and left for dead in the street Yo, who wants it with Hav? Who want it with P? Not near one of y'all and
holy war, holiday, cut your arm off and take the Rollie off Let me slow down on the violence (slow down) fly high but the dutch masters the pilot The