[Chorus] Out in the streets, streets When the thugs play out in the streets, street We blast that pistol You's a damn fool if you don't duck, duck, duck We do what we gotta do to survive, gotta stay alive Even if the nine millimeter has to whistle We can whistle while we work
[Krayzie] Now I remember mama told me not to be up on the block trying to push rocks She said, "Cause that's the reason that your brother right now in trouble with the cops" I said, "No way not me, ma" But when she turned her back I stuffed the llello in my sock Hopped on my BMX, and I'm out Yeah, I got what the fiends need If you need some weed, I got it Got the powder and can rock it for ya (rock it for ya) My first employer was my bigger brother Til his ass got knocked and locked the fuck up Stuck up in that system and I miss him But can't stop eating meals 'cause he in there And he should be happy I'm out so I can send him commisary As I reach my territory, I jump off my lowrider Yeah, thats my bike but you don't tell nobody Soon as I hit the corner the fiends was on a nigga Had to them bustas quit hatin' just cause my boulder's bigger First I bust a ten, then I bust a twenty sale Another fifty sale, shit today the fiends are spending well Couple hours past and I got two rocks left And I need to get these off Walk up a few blocks where Them niggas think they ballin', but they smokin' man I tell 'em, I got them double up's And sell my dope to them If you don't tell nobody, I won't tell nobody Paid them niggas two for twenty I went home and I got pissy (pissy) Drunk as a skunk, roll me a blunt This is shit we do everyday We can't front, can't front
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[Krayzie Bone] Well, well, well
[K-Mont] It was just, one of them days on the ave of Lincoln I'm just sittin' on the mail box watchin' and thinkin' I just bought all my rocks and the fiends is rushin' A little boy ran in the streets and his moms is fussin' The neighborhood watch, they called the police twice And my niggas always fight over a game of dice Everyday it's like a story, it's so much drama My girl just found out that I'm hittin' her mama And my niggas who went to college, they never keep in touch And my next door neighbor, he just stole the bread truck He also stole a taxi, would brag and wouldn't care He started pickin' up niggaz and started chargin' 'em fare
[LaReece] I guess the year was about 1981 I'd say I was about eight Standing on the corner, bullets rang out A little hoodster exposing too much Niggas on my block play real robbers and cops Big sis shootin' at niggas through the mail box 'Cause motherfuckers knew it wasn't no males in the house Momma's at work, daddy who knows? I got tired of wearing my sister's clothes Young and shit, already on a role Playin' look-out for the corner dope house Start earnin' some clout Got bigger, developed a figure Got me a nigga, and then my thang start learnin' the game Seperating the real niggas from the lames The street light's 'bout to come on I gotta go home, ain't shit changed
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[Krayzie] Well, well, well, well
[Asu] Yo, I got needs and stuff, I had to be poppin' marry I hit her with the "Is you is, or is you ain't my baby?" I know a Tom, know a Jerry, call 'em 'Su and Eve I be goin' down in history, not a cliff, like Heath Where beef comes from size, and give me 'em all baby And what, what, no motherfuckin' gravy? (no gravy?) Y'all have made me, Taz-mania mad An I heard Damizza got him a little Arabian lad n