and get low on the streets And I ain't rollin' with heat I want legal doe So I spray flows on the beat But I still get caught up with shit on the road
[Dr. Dre] Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys
cocked And kids were Dre beats to stop the sound of gunshots But at least they got the Dre beats Cause kids in africa ain't even got shoes on they feet
chick and a fly lac anda gold chain, caught him on a merc, tryna buy crack damn homie, sh-t, in high school you was the man homie f-ck happened to you, used to beat
nigga (chorus) (S-Flames) I can feel the girls on my nuts, bout those Rolls and drops Now it's hard to get her off like a Heiniken top I got ten young boys on
run up on you, shoot your whip up Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you life And my Staten Island homeys lay your ass down on Glaciers of Ice Sidewalk executives, live the street
of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh! [Chorus: Trife Da God] Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners Sic the beasts on you
y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh! [Chorus: Trife Da God] Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners Sic the beasts on you
outta here? Record deal and video outta here? Mercedes Benz and Range Rover outta here? No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain't goin' out After livin' on the streets
you see on chromes Gotta make these dollars, comin outta Hollis Got my collar on too, I got the rhyme on the beat And the vibe from the street and now the rest is on
killin and murderin cause I beat down the block or because I'm like ?throw ya hands up' cause it's hip hop I'd rather be rappin about the streets and
a Lexus The streets was hectic, so I stacked and made my exit More doe to get, focus my thoughts for me to go legit Ferocious shit, cop a huge castle, on
mean a lot So many things that I never got You can look boy but you can't touch What I don't have seems to mean so much A beat up Chevy or a Mercedes
and run in the streets to make ends meet No shame in the game of his but silly rabbit, Trix are for kids! So when you sat on the corner with a 40 ounce
The game's on you till you stand on your own two Check this out niggas this is what we gonna do One we gonna bang this, two we gonna sing this Three we on
some thug shit. What's up to all my motherfucking thugs out there? My nigga Popeye laying it down. With Miss Mercedes, O'Dell. Thug nigga 'Los on the beat
appetite for sex and cash He hangs on the corner talking trash Or rollin', in his freak mobile Mercedes Benz on 20 inch wheels Gets calls all day on
' in the mouth in a 15-0-0, Playas play on, Hatas hate on, Put my weight on, Hit yo bitch off, And then I skate on, Lay on, me, Nigags can't touch