don't use And to the niggas whose LP's I kinda liked I'm fresher than that and that new shit you tryin' to write Like mita, mita, name not Rashita Battle on the streets
nigga (Yeah, yeah) Killa Cam nigga (What? What? What?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, all my rhymes, I rip it, the song had to clip it The cats in the street
alley and don't stop These niggas kill for rocks If you can't stand up for your spot, don't squat Shop for a vacant lot or get shot 'Cuz Chicago niggas don
look Everyday a young nigga is took Off the face of the street by a police It's like they gotta a nigga chained on a short leash You can't leave out
beams, destroying dreams That double C, my nuts is all I got It just don't ever stop, so industry, prepare for me [South Park Mexican] I walk in the club niggas
heezy and got the greasy plan Your crew sweet like a Ishi man That's why the use on your street call you Chichi, man I get respect in the streets, smoking
the street I stand, with my heat in hand For what reason, I don't remember beefin Note to self on my hand, "Get even!" But I don't remember needin re-
TIMBERLINS AN UH A FIELD JACKET I BE WIT THE NIGGAS AN WE BE CAUSIN RACK I CANT FORGET ROD AN THE B LOVER AN MY NIGGA MAR-JUAN THE DON NIGGAS GETTIN
shit, niggas Niggas, bit off, Nas shit Admit if, you bit it, bit it Niggas bit off Nas shit Admit it, you bit it Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas Niggas
' made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin' made nigga I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga Nigga, I was raised on the streets
them niggas I star, why even discuss them niggas? By far, I'm the shit, flush them niggas Fuck them niggas, I'ma crush them niggas Chrome heater, street
thinking you the Don Juan Type crimes have you pissing all in your Sean Don Here we go now Now what the fuck y'all niggas want? And how we blow And
bad data Nigga fuckin stop breathin' That is so relievin', and now ya bitches are leavin' What I say 'cuz what I say is so real Homie you don' wanna
Boss playa, boss playa Big Snoop Dogg is a boss playa This is the Archbishop, Don Magic Juan Skin and game, cheah Many people don't be knowin' about
our own labels Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment You like that, it's Pun and Prospect We hold nines, own more treasure than gold mines, makin' progress With Don Juan
Ayo rah who dat nigga? Rah digga , rampage Yo man The word on the street is flipmode has arisen True , aight There's alotta player haters that's tryin
on her knockers (ohh boy) Every bitch I'm seen with is proper Still I'm wham bam, fam lam, see ya mañana (see ya) The Don Juan for surely, a Don
on the streets of Houston, running me down It's whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga