God, two words, no guns, break arms Break necks, break backs, Steven Segal Free young bars, fresh men of the Roc Left the beef in the pot Jay sent for his dogs
Blue collars metro carding it Thugs mobbin it, form partnership Increase armorment, street pharmacist Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off Big dogs
young, holdin' guns, I kept one wit' me In the flat bed in the back of an F-150 I see three and the six, me and the Clipse Squeeze off, pop the guns
I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets Like in Back to the Future, when the car left Ghost'll clap
runnin', beatin' the streets up Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumpin' At a table, breakin' bread like a family Florida, where we follow the code of the streets
Yo let me adjust my lens through these binoculars I paid 5 G's sliding off like Kid Vitamin Viking patriot of Broad Street Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen Tony Starks make the narc's dogs
radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and dogs
to the story, mine's yours and the truth What you talk for? They ain't even had no proof But you play this street business all in the street To visit
Ryde, nigga From here to the bank What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over This double R, nigga, LOX We are the streets when the kennels is open The dogs
out by the dogs Another hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen So you got, what you came for, surgery, with the chainsaw I hit the fucking streets just
) Yo, you over there Styles? Yeah dog (Anybody sleepin' on us) Second album nigga, two guns up nigga Real L.O.X., blaze "We Are the Streets" nigga, y'
in the street, that?s cool But in a bing this fool was like Louis rich meat We don?t run from y?all, we scatter for guns on y?all What you know about
I lead the fuckin' life Large dollars, guns and ice Is nothin' you know my weight and the price of it You know how the Q dogs do cousin We don't follow
sight My thoughts are to leave the slums I hustle with beats an' drums, not keys an' guns My feet are numb, as I walk my dogs I cut off the fogs with
wired up Just shaped on tha floor Had none of ya guns keep muthafuckaz fired up An see that's the truth I done told my nigga this street shit ain't
right thing though, take shock anyway 6 Months right back on the damn block anyway But look, money from across the street Think its sweet, think you get money across the street
to the home, 11 trees to the dome 13 I ran the streets with the chrome Come on home with me, where the buses don't run And my dogs stay busting there guns
yeah those my BNAa??s, Butt Naked Assistance, and they keep the house smelling good like incense, and I know n-ggas wanna run up in my interest, but big guns keep the dogs