Streets - The Game, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Now I sound so raw, cos I’m down by law

Trying to play me cos I’m rapping I will break yo jaw

Catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off

Leave you dead butt naked

Man you fuckin' 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?

so I’m heated heavy for it

Why you looking for me nigga wit yo looking ass

Meet me at the Club all my niggas get to whippin' ass

Then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos’ed to be thug

Nigga Pos’ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cos we smellin' yo pussy

The whole bottom line is you can’t fuck wit' 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 looking, for me, ill be, rollin'

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

If you looking, for me, ill be, rollin'

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

Its the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast

And black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum

Gang bang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil

Wit homicidal intentions I reign terror

On any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud

I’m a tickin' 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 scorchin', proceed with caution murder any mc

Ya soul is lost, when I’m ridin' 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 fuckin' 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 gon' shoot

Cause he a hoe, like half to these niggas is rappin'

I’m a 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 mother fucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic

But yo shit I ain’t feeling, no, you niggas is elementary

I got history, lyrically you can’t see me, physically ill 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 its all good, cos 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 a shut em down

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

If you lookin'!

I got my hand on my balls, grippin 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, chasin' 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 its all good, wit' these shows at my streets nigga all good

Gotta be stacking my paper like that’s all I know, these niggas is playin'

I gotta get it like lock and load, winter through summer, summer back through

to winter

We hustlin' dawg, hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'

Give it all you got, give it all you got, hustlin'

Niggas is talkin' bout weed now watch

Yo mouth!

If you lookin'!