Street Kings-The Game

F**k it yo who the best MC on the west By far it's me and in my car is a continental tea And my broad in that continental suite With the armadillo rollin' up dutches like that motherf**kers Beef with the kid click clack motherf**kers Let them bullets burn your six pack motherf**kers Get jacked motherf**ker when you come to Compton Get a mack motherf**ker when you come to Compton I walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson A cross style Jada make a run threw Yonkers I got D-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop And n***a I like your watch so roll over you can die with the jury First n***a take the stand to testify he gonna die with the jury And I might kidnap the judge or send a team To lean on the prosecutors so the DA budge I got n***as that'll ride for a grand So handover my rock like Earl Manson You can die where you stand You got his back you can die with your man I'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down You know this GL s**t we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us You know this GL s**t we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us I'm a take it to the next take it to a motherf**kin' neck Pull up on a n***a holdin' triggers and techs We droppin' square beads you easy to read This is the end of the road for whole a*s MC's Smoke grass by the pound glock holds 17 rounds And the flow'll knock any n***a down Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people Said them that I s**tted on you n***a like I was a flock of seagulls Infrared beam like a traffic jam at night Handle any man in sight with his hands upon a mic Wanna light I got the torch California up north For any n***a puttin' flamed on a Porches and never drive on B***h you're gonna die on San Quinton for and five catch a live one Bust shots at the clouds so we can shine some Get up off your a*s and n***a and grind some You know this GL s**t we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us You know this GL s**t we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds Flash f**kers on the tip of the gat You can put on flat but I'll kill that I'll open you up like a mat Even if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man And these new school n***a talk like we heard of them plans Seventy-two times 36 millimeters in your mini van Gettin' off on you n***a and your mini-mans Only thing runnin' is blood n***a so we gettin' grand So we will bust your head n***a straight through your hand Or get off in yo a*s n***a like Jackie Chan And when it's all said and done it's a one will stand Gunnin' this motorbike feelin' this power man A 185 miles per hour man I stay co-relatin' with the Taliban I show up show up show up show up N***az talk about money they forgot the struggle Playas paint a perfect picture they forgot the hustle Pieces of a puzzle guzzlin' pints watchin' the moonlight Turn to sunlight street more gun fights penitentiary kites Seen a man turn to mice than mice turn to man See my n***a take the stand turn my other mans hand Got me nauseous in my abdomen got me servin' grams again Grams rapped in rubber bands 22's on them rubbers bands Slow rollin 'dro blowin' I'm gettin' rich you see my fro growin' Ho's knowin' I pimp them to the fullest respect a gangsta You can shoot but I eat bullets I s**t missiles And my eyeballs look like crystals my s**ts official It's more humaro Merofrista Yo yo it's Luke and everything I sit on fat N***az be like oh s**t how a n***a s**t on that You wanna see me s**t on and grit on tracks Glock with the red paint puttin' it on hat Talk about the real thing not the 760 The reason that they took the fair team to get me You don't want it with my dogs you got teeni guys I mean itsy bitsy little bitty weeni guys I done seen them guys bought as big as my gats And they ain't even got enough strength to squeeze on that You want real hard core s**t I be's on that Cop the XLT you put threes on that put cheese on hats When luchi seeks squeeze on gats we even leave these on flat G's messin' low they got g's on that and have How your momma outside screamin' "Please don't clap" You know this GL s**t we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds You know this GL s**t we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us You know this GL s**t we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds You know this GL s**t we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us