Bizzy Bone - Tha Streets lyrics

[Bizzy Bone-Intro] Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, n***a. I love you. Yeah. It's just the dirty Seven in this motherf**er, k**ers incorporated motherf**er. Ha ha... Little Capo in this b**h. Rasu in this motherf**er. Mo! Thug Millenium, ThugLine. n***a what? Bring yellow n***as back in style B [Bizzy Bone] The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers/ I want to move out of this country, get away from ya motherf**ers/ Momma was cheatin' and sleepin' with somebody elses n***a/ A ba*tard is born quick, Lil' B got half sisters/ Liquor ridiculous, watchin' my n***as die quickly/ Speak from the spirit, they comin' with me/ And that's for runnin' with me, dirty money, I'm still hungry/ Club n***as is yuppies, guppies f**in' these little baby puppies/ Fresh outta prison, n***a rusty, but I'm mackin' none-the-less/ Bullet's is followin' but Bizzy is feelin' lucky/ So why you muggin' me thug, you really ain't buggin' me b**h/ And Little Capo keep lookin' that's cause he really love me/ The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers/ I want to move out of this country, get away from motherf**ers/ Nine millimeter, it don't cover me, I'm caught up in this motherf**in' f**ery/ 7th Sign, n***a [H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-Chorus] Only God is us, homie rolly, in God we trust/ God bless my n***as, thug luv (Hell yea)/ Only way that we gon' ever get to rise, togetherness as we ride till we meet out demise [H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious] Twenty Two years and still countin' clockin' collatoral, baffled while we really here up against obsticles/ I'm a radical, k**er Capo-Confuscious, throw up my fist if we compatible/ No love? f** it, then let's battle/ Ammo explode, machine gun rattle/ Everybody scatter, hysterical/ Sirens, police patrol (Whoa!) But they keep on rollin' soon as they see that this O.G. to back controllin' the streets/ Probablly some real n***as, got me heated, state your beef/ These b**hes need to practice what they preach, capice? Rest in peace Martin Luther King, who truly was a bigger man than me, turned the other cheek/ n***a, please! Generation X is more than the weak, just a little sneak peek preview of what I came to do/ Simply dominate, won't tolerate, dispute/ Nickel plated, aim to shoot 'em up/ Suggest you p**y's keep your lip shut or get f**ed [Chorus] [Prince Rasu] United we stand, divided we fall for the same bullsh** like snipers on Whitehouse lawns/ In the same 'hood sh**, got n***as from Compton to Africa on that thug sh**/ Reginold Deny, any comment I lost my blood reppin' Karlos Davis/ I can't love sh** unless the fullest extent is given/ I'm above this deception, I know they intentions/ Weapons of thug sh** if ever they step out of line/ From ashes to dust, b**h! Ride, never been far from the grave, since the murder, never been afraid/ My cradle had a guage close by when my Father was stressed/ Momma asked him to leave as she departed to d**h/ And ever since, I've been convinced that it's k** or be k**ed/ Had the young mind of a scholar, but society failed/ Josiah Ben Rasu, they caged my brother back in '96 but now in Armageddon we ridin' forever [Chorus]