Mathematics - Street Kronicles lyrics

[Intro: M-Speed] Uh, uh, uh, M-Speed, n***a Check it out [M-Speed] Imagine life darker than this, like NARCs when they sh** When the four sparking my sh**, who catching the clip? Full of this hot sh**, ya'll dudes is p**y, bet not pop sh** Make your heart stop quick, come on, this is murder, n***a Understand that, when it pop, you gon' feel that I'm from where it's real at, I done made 'em feel that Heat make 'em splatter, heard you get busy, but uh, it don't matter Moon hang strictly blood was sweeter than love Never catch me deep in the club, repeat I'm a thug And I don't like to conversate, I speak with the slugs Jube out the streets, and will each you alive You can go from handling birds and losing your size, uh Beating your feet, to pushing a 5 I seen it happen to the best of them Kingpin n***a, but the judge still blessed him Football numbers, that's what took ya'll under Let me tell ya'll bout the law, kid, it don't work for poor kids Black boys on trial, lead to more bids, n***a No bullsh** [Hook 3X: M-Speed] The streets they eat you alive, in due time And they in jail or d**h, I seen them nail the best Some dudes excel, majority, jail And we all know what that's like, n***a, living hell Especially when the numbers is high, they hang you to dry All that can break a man, and take his hand [M-Speed] Aiyo, the eyes seen a lot in my time, pay attention, n***a, follow the rhyme Since a youth, street s**ed me in, O.G., n***a, tuck me in Taught me how to co*k and shoot, say give me the loot Come on this sh** is bigger than big, for no reason I'll split your wig, have people hide at your kid Ain't nobody seem to be gone, send you his arm Postal express style, God blessed now No pride, let him rest in peace, strength of me I'll promise you ain't seen dude ugly from me I'm bout to reach out and touch ya'll, co*k back and bust ya'll Been ain't trust ya'll, plus ya'll Rap dudes is a** cheeks, salute when you pa** me But please don't ask me, nothing at all I'm a straight gangsta, not fronting for ya'll Come on, everybody know, industry take money Plus I'm f**ing for free, including your honey Moon been a dime, since, dinner time Pinstripe Lee's and Adidas with shells Osh Kosh jumpers and trays for sale While ya'll dudes is rapping, hugging the block Running up in spots, hang hug the block Huddle with straight murder, and for cream we plot See the jake when I gleem with no plans to rot The truth hurts skin deep, you can't wear it if you weak f** a lollipop, ya'll dudes extra sweet I'mma tell you one time, don't f** with me [Hook 3X]