Throw It Up

[Hook: Kuniva] Now when you repping in these streets say it.. And If you handling your beef say it.. You got your hood on lock say... If its crime on your block say... [Verse 1: Proof] I put men on canvas Have they ass off the street Cancerous We call that the "Hammer Dancers" Thats the 3-5-7 now the Feds want us Cause we lead dump and head-hunters Borough of every hood, In this crime life... My name painted on the block or this limelight A G ain't nuthing but a letter, you can hang man And these gang-wars, thoughout the gang-lands Got no problem for hurting the Church My model was murking 'em first When they said they servin they're turf With no sea-food, make 'em see-through I'm into slappin' niggas, next nigga... [VERSE 2: Swifty] ....Me Too My eliminations way too hasty, they don't chase me I send more red dot's than pastries When the medal is sworn, label me the desolate one It ain't no settling beef, I'm destined to come... To any hood, it ain't no justice, you wishing it was... This crime life got me stealing your goods I'm a mental patient, on my way to the central station Ain't no wasting time... and I sure I facing time Breaker-1-9, the cops be swarming On they walkie talkies, trying to block me with a warning I'mma dissapear like Spawn, and be gone To the other side of the country, by the morning... [Hook: Kuniva] Now when you repping in these streets say it.. And If you handling your beef say it.. You got your hood on lock say... If its crime on your block say... [Verse 3: Kon Artis] Cold nights in the pen turn your heart cold Cold pinches we sleep on keep a black strong My brother told me "lil' homie dont get this wrong... If I get locked make sure you keep the dough flowing The spots oweing, no slowing, get your grind on" I said for sure, and now you know I got the hood slowed "My lil' bro keep up the front like he the one that owe" By the time they figure out I'll be dead and gone [Verse 4: Kuniva] Now be careful when you see them homies hop out that ride You can catch a body shot and knock your ribs out your side And the cops are hesitant to come through these parts here We head-hunters, so it's evident that we spark fear Taking notes, but always give it to a person in need Of a serious chin-checking that occurin the deed To get our point across, clearly ain't no miss-understanding Now there's nothing you can do to keep these missles from landing When the hooligans come out you should be running for cover By the time you recoved from the hit, then here comes anotha And you know our presence is felt, like Christmas eve Make an example out of you, for her and his to see... [Verse 5: Bizarre] Jumped in your car window, you and your boys get out AK... Tech Nine... Shots rang out... It's christmas time, my kid needs some toys Thats why I'm in the Mini-van, with two of my boys The King, Nigga I'm a don.... Detroit...Where niggas snatch cartneys and alcazon... I'm drunk as fuck, go on lock me out ...and when I wake up, I'll be at your house choking you out I'm so fucking, out of my mind I'm moving the east swines with 2 and a half lines Street wars, my niggas ready to fight Guns, pipes, we ready tonight! [Hook: Kuniva] Now when you repping in these streets say it.. And If you handling your beef say it.. You got your hood on lock say... If its crime on your block say...