Shabaam Sahdeeq - Watch Ya Back (Mambo) lyrics

[Shabaam Sahdeeq] Yeah (uhh) yeah, yeah Never never thought it'd go down like this He got hit, comin from seein that girl from Cypress (Cypress) I wonder if she set him up to get stuck (stuck) For the j**els and the three pounds of weed in the truck One shot {*gunshot* "Blaow!"} just to warn this n***a To hand it all over or you just a goner n***a But he ain't havin that, pick the right opportunity then he grabbin that His name Mambo; small-scale street hustler (hustler) Street tustler, muscular - loud talkin rowdy n***a They gon' have to shoot this man Cuz I seen him k** three cops, with his bare hands He already took four shots, back in '94 Playin the corridor hall, with that n***a Barr And now all eyes on him, cuz he inherit the block Jewels, rock, speed through the hood slingin co*k To all these young sly hunnies, pretty long money Now n***as wanna see if they can get a piece Nature of the beast, when hunger and power combine They took the Callico and they put it straight to his mind And of course, he goes for it, he grabbed duke hand Now he wrestlin for the gun, it let one go {*gunshot*} Mambo caught it in the hip, but he still ain't loose grip The other cat came from behind, started to pistol-whip {*smack* "Uhh"} With his last bit of strength, Mambo threw that kid Another one flew out {*gunshot* "Blaow!"} headed right to his croch All the tustlin finally came to a f**in stop He fell to the floor, they took the j**els and the truck Ran outta luck, now he looked straight to the sky Wonderin why, he ever left his crib in Bed-Stuy To check that grimy a** b**h, taste the blood on her lips Trap this n***a with her hips, got him shot and pistol-whipped Blood stained the concrete (life) life on the street You could floss, but hungry n***as gotta eat So watch ya back (watch ya back) Watch ya back (watch ya back) The streets is crazy (crazy..) knahmean? knahmean? (Watch ya back) sh**'s crazy (crazy.. crazy.. crazy..) Watch ya back, the streets is grimey now No matter who you are, you could get laid down Once the word get around, that you sittin on dough You better be ready to let slugs go, whatchu thought? {*machine gun*} [Repeat twice more] [talking] + (repeat "Watch ya back" in background) Watch ya back, extreme.. tell these n***as Runnin around flossin with all these chains and sh** Knahmsayin, sh** ain't sweet, n***as gotta eat So you know.. you walkin around.. heavily j**el Yaknahmean, flossin.. better be ready to back that up This sh** is crazy, knahmean Better have that twin in the trunk Brooklyn ya feel me? Uhh, Queens, S-Double, where ever you at yaknow sh** get grimey, yeah street scholar, yaknahmean (Holla at me) Smoke somethin (tuck them j**els stupid) Soul Survivor (haha) Sinister Sounds (yeah) Shabaam Sahdeeq (Come on) For the streets baby.. (come on) For the streets baby.. (yeah) Gotta eat baby.. (uhh...)