We
in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up,
either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go
I had bloody army, big money
I'm a big money
Now throw your hands up
Bustlers, busters, boosters, ho
Everybody dead,
still nowhere to go I had bloody army,
big money I'm a big money
Listen,
two words,
United States No love,
no race,
no brown eye stakes
Smoke black folks,
big macs,
fat folks Ecstasy,
capsule,
presidential scandals
Everybody move,
two words,
most deaf K-West,
hot shoot,
calm down,
get back
Ghetto people got this,
gang punk,
hot shoot Gunpunk,
hot shoot,
we won't stop shoot
Everybody move,
two words,
BK,
NY,
Bed-Stuy,
too hard Too hungry,
too many,
that's why These streets no game,
can't ball,
don't play Heavy traffic,
one lane,
everybody move,
two words Most deaf,
black,
jack,
hot shoot,
calm down,
get back Ghetto people got this,
gang punk,
hot shoot Gunpunk,
hot shoot,
we won't stop,
everybody move
Still nowhere to go I had bloody army,
big money I'm a big money
Now throw your hands up Bustlers,
busters,
boosters,
ho Everybody dead,
still nowhere to go I had bloody army,
big money I'm a big money
Two words,
Chi-town,
Southside,
worldwide Cuz I rep that chill,
I * it,
die
One neck,
two chains,
one waist,
two dirt One wall,
twenty plaques,
dudes fake,
gimme that
I am limelight,
blueprint,
five mics Go get his rhyme like,
shoulda been signed twice
Most imitated,
Grammy nominated Hotel accommodated,
cheerleader prom dated
Barbershop,
flayahated Mom and pop,
who plagued it?
The light can rain to the roof,
cave in Two words,
Chi-town,
raves me crazy So I live by two words,
you paid me,
paid me Screaming,
Jesus,
save me You know how the game be,
I can't let him change me Cuz on judgment day,
you gon' blame me Look God,
it's the same me And I basically know now,
we get racially profiled Puffed up and hosed down,
pimped up and hoed down Plus I got a
whole city to hold down From the bottom,
so the top's the only place to go
Two words,
freeway,
two letters,
A-R Turn your rap to two words,
fast runners
Like Jackie Jurner,
you better sleep with your burner
They each see,
low review through your car,
my God
Two words,
so good,
break arms,
break necks,
break backs
Demons are gone free,
young boss,
freshman of the rock With the beef in the pot,
chasing for his dogs to grow Forget your squad,
better fend for yourself And you're screaming out four words,
send for the law Two words,
freeway,
slightly retarded,
flip around Throw a clip in the arch,
you and his dog,
white,
blue