Ras Ka** - When I Speak lyrics

[k**ah Priest] In the streets where there's hustle and crime Through the shorty stuffing his nine Fiends scuffing for dimes or crack We know that we packing the gat When D's attack, we squeeze those MAC Ease back, the G's stacks, and weed pack We take a hit off the piff and reminisce Ask a question how we exist Dirt under my nail got a story to tell See the struggle and the hustle through the smoke of my L See the young lifers through my blunt fire Vengeful shorty's loading up shells The gun will light ya, bullets will bite ya Come through the hood, we invite ya Words from the streets, the most prolific writer (Chorus) When I speak, I know you hear the streets I know you hear the part of me I'm knee-deep in the concrete On my where that block is When I speak, you can see the part of me It's so deep in the concrete Hold tight when the Glocks squeeze When I speak [Ras Ka**] My n***a twist, they use to say he couldn't wait until I snapped Now when I speak, I snap like Christopher Reeves back What I put in the rap, I'm entirely that Rock like Ozzy Osborne biting the head off a bat Shoot lead off a track, my old sh** is plutonium, n***a You could be dead off that Young Don Corleone, get bucks with Ras So just pull up ya skinny-jeans and tuck ya sack I rep the West masterfully, f** with that Can't be done, cause ain't no one Who could turn the streets black like it ain't no sun Still on that Dogg Pound sh** cause it ain't no fun Less the homies get money too That's why Ras Ka** is Van Gogh Da Vinci is cousin Blu He be MF, I stayed low key like the price of coke in Dade County The Ballerstatus found me (Chorus)