Streets on Beats - SPM

Yepa, yepa, homeboy

It’s your nigga Low G

Putting it down for the nina nueve

We’re givin' props

But we did this quick

So don’t trip

If we forgot ya clique… (Clique…)

I move a hundred

Pounds in my hustle town

Come around

Fuck 'em down with my underground

Puffin' pow wow

Clouds in my teepee

But my heina

Hollerin', «Release me»

Prime time

Like shines on the high mines

Hellafied rhymes

Huh

You rewind twenty-five times

Another fool puttin' down the truth

You can’t fuck with the Riddla

On Tha Roof

Mister

Go-Getter

Kick the more better

If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her

The wanderer

Hillwood hustler

Turn your back on your gal, and I’ll, uh, straight

Clown in my H-town

Is you hoes really

Ready for the take down

Break down

Stay brown

My niggas don’t

Play 'round

POP POP

Make your whole clique catch the Greyhound

Hook:

Geto Boys, Master P

DJ Screw

Kid Frost, Mobb Deep

Ese Fools

Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy

We

Put the streets on beats

Makaveli, Rakim

Hillwood Hustlers

Most Hated, Too $hort

Bone Thugs

Dogg Pound

Nas

The Fugees

We…

Put the streets on beats

Stickin' move, hittin' licks, sweep 'em left to right

Act a fool when I one-two, check the mic

Come trip with the pimp in the smoke grey 'Llac

I jump in the shit, and there’s no way back

Creep the seven

Seven

Seville

Convertible

My Cadillac got a three-foot verticle

Jump in the front

Bump in the trunk

Weed turn to smoke

Skunk in my blunt

I’m the cool homeboy, I’m a fool with no patience

Got a Dope House in seven locations

Professional

But don’t test my testicles

On the pedestal, I’m colder than an eskimo

Gotta have it

Causin' panic with an automatic

Believed in myself, when no one else saw my magic

Gifted child

Raised in the wicked wild

Put the street on beats

Who trippin' now

Break 2:

Run-DMC

KRS-One

Mass 187

Spice 1

Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G

We

Put the streets on beats

DJ Quik

Big Fifty Snipe

Criminal Rage

20−2-Life

Lil' Kim, Rasheed

We

Put the streets on beats

I be the actual, factual rap supernatural

Blowin' up national

It’s understandable

Not to mention, what I’m stressin’ll leave you second guessin'

Dope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressin'

You can’t see me

I flow so freely

You motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed

Just a pee-wee

Son, you watchin' too much T. V

I’m on CD

See more pussycat than Tweety

On the underground nation

Layin' foundation

The biggest problem that H-Town's facin'

Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm

Cause now I drop bombs on CD-ROMs

Your raps get pimp-slapped

You kickin' bubblegum

Only real niggas know where I’m comin' from

Under confusion, run up on Houston

And bow down to the styles I am usin'

Break 3:

Trinity Garden, E.S.G

Street Military, Bam

K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany

We

Put the streets on beats

Wicked Cricket Troublemaker

A.C. Chill

Biggie Smalls, Outkast

Cypress Hill

Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho

We

Put the streets on beats