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