Streets - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, The Game, will.i.am

Now I sound so raw, 'cause I’m down by law, tryna play me 'cause I’m rapping I

will break your jaw, catch a

nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked,

man you’re fucking with a

boss, cross pass with me, I’m in the hood all them watts in the Bronx where

they cater all around

the devil block, trouble not, I’m ready for 'em, niggas they know I’m ready for

them, I’m the hardest

I’m a deadly so I’m heated heavy for it, why are you looking for me nigga with

your looking ass, meet me at the

club all my niggas get to whipping ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed

to be thug, nigga

posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause we’re smellin' your pussy,

the whole bottom line is

you can’t fuck with me, Will.I.Am the ghetto!

Will.I.Am the ghetto!

(streets!

), 'cause I’m a thug by

nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', I’m thuggin', gotta keep thuggin',

I’m thuggin'.

you’re looking, for me, I’ll be, rollin',

you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,

if you looking, for me, i’ll be, rolling'!

you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.

It’s the black rag assassin, forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing

shots out a dodge

magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil,

with homicidal intentions I reign

terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, I’m a ticking time

bomb let it finish the

job, lyrical damage on one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me

execute like

(cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching, proceed with caution murder any MC,

your soul is lost, when

I’m riding with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the

block with the nose

up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage ain’t got shit on a nigga with a

fucking grenade, one

man army, only two things in the world can call me, west pussy and that bomb

ass chronic, I never

back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.

Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that

nigga that got a

pistol but he still gonna shoot, 'cause he’s a hoe, like half of' these niggas

is rappin', I’m gonna let you

know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy show, we done checked these

niggas, met these

niggas man I don’t respect these niggas, I’m a real motherfucking T-H-U-G,

original hate to be a

critic, but your shit I ain’t feeling, no, your niggas is elementary,

I got history, lyrically you can’t

see me, physically I’ll bring your misery, seriously, you niggas ain’t been

hearing me, but listen

to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit,

but it’s all good, 'cause we keep it

all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like a hog should,

just lemme put the mother

fuckin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could,

but I’m gonna shut 'em down, I’m gonna

shut 'em down, I’m gonna shut 'em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!

I got my hand on my balls, gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my

boulevard, you know

I’m in the streets, I ain’t hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef shit

nigga I’m in the

streets, this ain’t my only occupation hittin' avenues, chasing paper always,

and I know how to get

it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live,

nigga step the wrong way, I

let it bang b-bang bang, I’m the street for real, and I love it but you know

how the game play got

me ready to kill, somebody, but it’s all good, with these shows at my streets

nigga all good, gotta

be stacking my paper like that’s all I know, these niggas is playing,

I gotta get it like lock and

load, winter through summer, summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg,

hustling, hustling,

hustling, give it all you got, give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking

bout weed now watch

your mouth!