(HOT SHIT!) Chorus: Nelly Hmmmmm I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon) Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT
of stuff Only rule on the streets is don't get caught Unless your hustle ain't breakin the law And even though rich folks got it good We sittin on 'em
shit, put blood in your mouth thugs 36 south stuck, stay on route thugs You know how mac play, quiet town, tie it down I supply it now, by the pound Might
though Iceberg on the seams of jeans? no! I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no Benz man Delta '88 on rims man, wit mirror tint And four of my most
different attitudes, that I come across I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on
laid low Then I'd be egible for a furlough [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: W.C. ] Finally I'm out on a furlough Back on the streets in a Coupe that's sittin kinda
15's Mack elevens and M-16's High caliber, so why try it? You live by it, so you die by it A muthafuckin' gun Who's the man with the strap in his hand
across the street and the gun in the stall Soon as somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law You know the code of the streets, never run to the law
niggaz is grimy all we really luv is reffer Iraq, the name alone got you shook back on the island you got ya man hood took but turn around when you walk
Sex, money and drugs mean the most to me Murderin' mothafuckas ain't a thang to me And I'ma keep slanging 'G' Hold on young blood hold on You gotta keep holdin' on You gotta keep on
rhymes, I gotta question for your mind Have you ever heard anythin' this funky, son? Yeah man, I was out on the street These guys came on by in this, car man
I'm down by law and I know my way around On 42nd Street, lookin for some action Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction One young punk just leaning on
All we really luv is reffer Iraq, the name alone got you shook back on the island You got ya man hood took But turn around when you walk through Guns
Catch me at the Stephen King mansion With four of my Branson niggas With me, me and Britney, a dancer Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on
chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me (Run!) Scared to
shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to fight back. cause we got you on tape with that girl you raped and handcuffed. The man ain't nothin but
man) All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up You go and drink the Henn' up (You fuckin' with a changed man) Changed man, you're dealin' with a changed man