[Intro: Big Pimpin' Delemond]
The streets–have their own way of telling a story
Sometimes it's laced with a lie
But all that applies to a gangster's game
And I put that on everythang
Whatever works the best, is where the streets are coming from
Infatuated with cars, houses...
Envy, greed and money are what the streets, are made of
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz
Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash
Double up the dough, double my money
Make it can boil and bubble, get a grip, ain't nothin funny
You can't survive, off no conversation wit' words
Betta get up off yo ass, nigga, go flip some birds
Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast
My first words are my last
I got a platoon – masked and armor suits
First infantry of riders on a global pursuit
Parachute and jump, held high on a stump
Wit' a pump, 'bout to dump, put a end to the hunt
[Hook: Kurupt]
Tha streetz iz a muthafucka
Dope game, rock game, cocaine...
Package the soul – Figaro
Ride and roll, pistols up as high as they go
Gotta let 'em know, the gang, muthafucka, fa sho
In and out doors, chrome, rollin' in '64
I ain't got time for none of you bitches – so fuck off, ho!
Ever heard of a gangsta? Well, you must have heard of us
The gangsta gang, full of jack artists and murderers!
[Verse 2: Daz]
Automatics rang out, you left dead, nigga, wit' yo brains out
Walk back to the porch, wit' some salt to wash the stains out
Murder's my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery
Wild as a safari, in a paid-for Ferrari
Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet
It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with TECs
Nigga, we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant
Now when the 9 goes click, yo' ass wasn't shit
Get action war tactics, get at you, get the job done
One gun, ya hung – seven bullets in your lungs
Struggle with heron and I'll tear you apart
Through my veins and through my heart
That's when the drama will start
Nigga, gimme what you got, let off some more shots!
Run through what you got, destroy yo' block
Gotti, Dillinger forever runs yo' spot
When the 9 goes pop, that's when your homeboys drop!
[Hook: Kurupt]
Tha streetz iz a muthafucka
Dope game, rock game, cocaine...
Package the soul – Figaro
Ride and roll, pistols up as high as they go
Gotta let 'em know, the gang, muthafucka, fa sho
In and out doors, chrome, rollin' in '64
I ain't got time for none of you bitches – so fuck off, ho!
Ever heard of a gangsta? Well, you must have heard of us
The gangsta gang, full of jack artists and murderers!
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
I seen it befo', .44's explode
Niggas fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo'
The hoes late, do what the fuck ever a nigga say
It's like this, every day, on the streets of L.A
Got a lumberjack, the size of a tank
I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank
Ever heard of a gangsta? Well, you must've heard of us
The gangsta gang, muthafucka, its on, dawn to dusk
[Bridge: Blaqthoven]
When niggas wonder why we do this, it ain't really nothin' to us
Plus you ain't nothin' to us – you can't do nothin' to us, noooo
[Verse 4: Daz]
I represented and presented the bloodbath
Feel the wrath, we get what you had – you get stabbed
We grab for the opportunities that'll soon to be a chance
At the eulogy, I knew you'd be dead, while in prison
Making critical decisions
To the brain to his neck, goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches
[Hook: Kurupt]
Tha streetz iz a muthafucka
Dope game, rock game, cocaine...
Package the soul – Figaro
Ride and roll, pistols up as high as they go
Gotta let 'em know, the gang, muthafucka, fa sho
In and out doors, chrome, rollin' in '64
I ain't got time for none of you bitches – so fuck off, ho!
Ever heard of a gangsta? Well, you must have heard of us
The gangsta gang, full of jack artists and murderers!
Tha streetz is a muthafucka...
[Outro: child's voice]
Shut the fuck up! Nigga!