[Police over radio]
5-King-15 to 15-Adam
1-1-4 to all units, be advised the verdicts have come in
Verdicts are not guilty, repeat not guilty
5-King 15-adam come in
15-Adam come in
[Kurupt]
Yeah, hit the spider
Ride out the rider
Get lit the fired up
Lit the fired up
It`s me, rhyme-maker
Double eyed salt and pepper shaker
Semi-valley earthquaker for acres
Outlaw law breakers
Nigga
Its on on sight
Dark Blue black and white fight
Forever, I pulled the war lever .44s
And nickle plated Beretta
To pierce armor and leather is pure havoc
The streets is on pure fire
Get folded like envelopes
I suffocate hope
Equipped with shells, boxed with full scopes
One incident reshapes the globe
[Porno For Pyros]
A creep in the morning that becomes daylight
I walk to the beat, to the beat
So who was going out with me tonight?
We`re running out into the street tonight
I love life
I mean well
I`ve been told I can`t control myself
Hear me out
Something I wanna do
Hear me out
Something I want to say
Streets on fire
I wanna get higher
[Porno For Pyros]+(Kurupt)
A creep in the morning that becomes daylight
(Yeah, so don`t say nothin
I want it all emptied or I`ma start bustin)
I walk to the beat, to the beat
(Higher, higher, burning fire
Making music like a choir)
I`m trusted by the people like the crust on an apple pie
(To start the riot grip the heat and start the firin)
I`m buffin up my badge and a lean mean to spit in your eye
(Hot supplying, multipy through the fire riots)
I love life
(I`m twice as nice)
And I like to live it well
(The streets is a living hell)
I`ve been told I can`t control myself
Hear me out
There`s something I wanna do
Hear me out
Something I wanna say
Streets on fire
Everybody get higher
[Kurupt]
I`m gonna fight
Take off on sight
Picking off on the first thing in sight
Sayin like Bloods and Crips on sight
What I saw, scoping like Lee Harvey Oswald
Lit, totally and utterly subliminal
Police is as croocked as the criminals
Five-star generals
Premeditation
Bar flu world spark new generations
Oh, I`ve been hidin
Gotti, Bin laden
We out for the ridin
Roll like ten sqaudrons
Hit the national guard on the two way
Cause these nigga`s gotta hear what I gotta say
I`ma roll till I can`t roll no more
Say it!
I`ma fold till I can`t fold no more
Say it!
I`ma split till I can`t spit no more
Say it!
I`ma get up till I can`t get no more
Say it!
[Porno For Pyros]+(Kurupt)
I love life
(Life, life, life)
And I like to live it well
(Well, the streets is a burning hell)
And I`ve been told I can`t control myself
(Control myself, self, self)
Hear me out
There`s something I wanna do
(Let`s crack it with the streets)
Hear me out
Something I wanna say
(Yeah, check it out, check it out)
I want the streets on fire
(Higher, higher streets on fire)
Everybody get higher
(Making music like a choir)
Everybody get, everybody
(Higher, higher, streets on fire
Making music like a choir)
Everybody get higher
Higher, higher, streets on fire
Making music like a choir
