Let Them Come

[Intro: Streetlife]

Yeah, yeah

Let them, let them, let them, let them, let them

Let them, let them, let them, let them, let them

[Streetlife]

Where I come from, we don't run when the cops come

We die with our guns, if you want something, take something

Shaolin, son, still bangin' those Warrior's Drum

I'm a Staten bum, with a hazardous tongue

I got grizzly, bear back niggas rollin' with me

So hustlin' with Street, is real risky

Who wanna bang-bang? Do you really?

Son, I slap you silly, leave a quarter of your brain dizzy

I'm a Park Hill, hillbilly, packs a nine milli'

From New York City, bust your gun, but don't miss me

I'm liable, to run up in your wedding recital

Pump lead through the bottle, hit the preacher in the bible

My life is like a Green Mile, my thoughts is suicidal

Shorties likin' my style, aiyo, I'm not your idol

I'm a side effect, from a drug overdose

Pull out the black toast, you start catchin' the holy ghost

[Chorus: Streetlife]

Let them come, I said me ready for them, ahhhhhhh

Let them come, I said me ready for them, ahhhhhhh

[Streetlife]

I smoke MC's like sherm sticks

Hold a nina with a firm grip

For all y'all, don't know, best to learn quick

I bust my gun until it goes click, click

Feel me? I don't give a fuck who you roll with

You can go and get who you wanna get

I got an extra clip to put a mudhole in that bullshit

Come on, you can bring your whole click

Watch me pop 'em like hot grits, when the Glock spit

I turn thugs to prophets, havin' you changin'

Your name, to Ahmed Mustafa, this is Killa Hill Projects

Nothing but convicts, and conflicts

Run up on your style, it can be on some old, run your garments

Let them come, I said me ready for them

I heard them bust them guns, y'all better bust them again

I roll with a gang of thieves, off of social disease

That won't, hesitate to squeeze, nigga please

[Chorus]

[Streetlife]

Street, walk with a limp, straight gorilla

Mood killer, shit on your picnic, very pestimistic

Mostly roll for delf, promote self

Everything else is everything else

Criminal minded, filled with hatred

Put down your guns, your ammo; don't waste it

I'm troublesome, pack a mack double one

Bring drama, that's what y'all niggas don't need

Cause trauma, make a thug slow up his speed

I'm sick with it, foamin' from the mouth, watch me spit it

Watch the critics, be like, he got potential

I bust your snotbox, if you second guess the Street credentials

Stop the press and bitches, drop ya dresses

Warriors trapped through essense (let them come)

Come in peace, or, leave on stretchers

Gangstas, stick to your guns, or thump on the streets

Cuz I don't plan to run

[Chorus]

[Outro: Streetlife]

Bust them again...