Bonus: the Streets

[Buckshot] On the block that I rest on, it's kind of hot In the summertime, my niggas duck from shots Even thou we wanna party man this shit go on You can hear the most shots if you up at dawn Five o'clock in the morning, nigga where you gonna be Outside on the corner, mourning More swarm in, like killer bees On the target to kill up a lot of O.G.'s Niggas see dying nowadays come with ease If you run into your enemies then freeze Caught with your pants down, way down, you gotta lay down Cuz if you don't, nigga could get buck by the spray down Keep sayin' that it can't happen Nowadays niggas stop flappin', and talk thru the black gat [Buckshot] On the streets [Tek] Where I be at My niggas move with the heat [WC] POW!! Strollin' thru my hood- [Pos of De La Soul] Ducking from bullets [Buckshot] Niggas be bugging me out, swearing they the Dons of the street Walking with they fake Cron's heat Sometimes I think about the ones that bluff And the ones that bluff usually never get enough It's a rough life, I gotta stay tight Never let a nigga know where you rest at night Too many plot like there your people from back In the days, now you niggas don't know how to act See me with a little stack and want to start assuming That a nigga's cheddar is better and everything is moving So yo, can I hit something, niggas retaliate I tell them quick that I can't wait to jack something Up in the grill, but not Jamaica Niggas nowadays try to blaze ya, to grave ya "On the Streets"-Buckshot "Where I be at"-Tek "My niggas move with the heat"-Tek "POW!!" "Strollin' thru my hood"-WC "Ducking from bullets"-Pos of De La Soul