[Streetlife]
Sniff on this good shit, that got your eyes swollen
Your nose strippin`, what`s that shit you sippin`
My mind`s trippin`, sometimes I feel I`m slippin`
I feel like slippin` a clip in and start flippin`
I figured you out (yeah) I got reasonable doubt
You`se a loud mouth, that`s not what a thug is about
You`se a homo nigga, that just caught a deal
Just because you got money, don`t make you real
I tell it like it is, because, this is how I feel
Just because you got guns, don`t mean you kill
Just because your top drop, don`t make you hot
Braggin` about what got, might get you shot
[Chorus: Streetlife]
Yo-yo-yo-yo, yo, fuck `em! Leave `em face down
Yeah! Side up, from the waist down
Yup! He`s sized up for the grave now
Lay down, nigga, just stay down
[Killa Sin]
We like four steps ahead of you, dick
You small claims court, we federal
Style`s want investibles, quit actin` like you never knew
Bitch nigga vegetable stew, no beef
All this procedes, for the gold teeth and more grief
Man I told you they was gonna sleep, Street
Never mind heat for these freaks
Catch Cooley on High like Cochise
Make `em scream, going from yelling O.G. to Oh Jesus
Can`t believe this muthafucka knocked out my gold teeth
Just pardon me, god, for using your name in vein
But it`s like these salt watered card niggaz spoiled the game
Your money and fame, won`t bury all the worry and pain
When I hot rock pop and rock the side of your brain
[Chorus]
[Streetlife]
Microphone check, I got dough to get
I never sweat, I approach the mic like a seasoned vet
Auto death, threat you send, I haven`t seen `em yet
When we step on the set, y`all be quiet as kept
When we come through, y`all just move through the left
All that `rah-rah` talk, you keep it under your breath
I suggest y`all show the Street nigga respect
I`m not a rap cat, I just rap for the check
And I will tap that chin, if you get out of text
If you feel that, you can disrespect what I rep
I`m from Shaolin (what) you better watch your step
Remember what the Wu told you, Protect Ya Neck
This the Jump Off, I`mma show you how they really get wreck
You get knocked off, when I black eye, to smash the specs
Your best bet is just to cop out, put down the tech
That`s not gangsta, I don`t care how much you slept
[Killa Sin]
Yo, I got a head full of time and nigga
Fuck around, you be heading for the Chimer Center, messin` with mine
Keep a closet full of hammers, I ain`t stressin` your nine
So keep them pea shooters to yourself, study your wealth
You gonna need some of that money, to fuck with your health
I`m trynna front for me, dummy, you`d rather front for yourself
(Have you leakin`, runnin` from the scenes screamin` for help)
Knowing your shit trash, last to sell, the worst on the shelf
[Chorus 2X]
