(talking)
Let's Go Get Em Records
Real head hunters ain't afraid to say nothing
Wild Boys on the track, Big Ant and Batman, 2000 Millennium
Chorus: Ya b**h You !! How you gon front on me
( b**h n***a, b**h n***a)
Ya b**h You !! You know it ain't safe in the streets
( b**h n***a, b**h n***a)
Ya b**h You !! How you gon run from the heat
(b**h n***a, b**h n***a)
Ya b**h You !! Ya b**h You !!
Verse 1:
You gotta get it how you live on these streets, or ya f**ed
50 rounds spit out A chopper to k** a couple
f** a scuffle, cause only the weak live neat
Da Wild Boyz (wild boys) run the streets and we k**in off the beef
All ya heard was blocka (blocka), now I'm smokin a ???
Channel four made that n***a out a muthaf**in star
Bullet holes in his car, and every shot was meant to wet him
And in my head, all I heard was Let's Go Get Em
It's all beef , they don't want me back on the streets
Cause I know who got the money, and where them n***as sleep
Where they creep, where the heat ?
You gon remember me
Sonny Redd, S.R. n***a lockin down the streets
Repeat chorus
Verse 2:
You know it's hard comin up in a click and sh**
Cause when you get rich, other n***as start to b**h
About sh** ain't fair no more, this n***a don't care no more
'Man how you gon f** my girl?' b**h you sound like a ho
Ain't sh** 'pose to come 'tween us, not no b**h,ho
Not the money, or the muthaf**in dope
Either we thick like grits, or I'm seein a ghost
n***a you know how it go : don't brag, don't boast
Cause ho's get you caught up, and ho's get you k**ed
And I ain't gon let no f**in ho destroy the sh** that I done built
And ho's turn to snitches, Snitches turn to b**hes
Amongst real n***as in the pin when they ship in
Repeat chorus