the nine, nine Bow down bustas ain't no bannin' me Now I'm back, and I'ma walk on with Layzie and the Mo Thug family Dub-C, C-Dub rippin', trippin',
I won't die, I'm never leavin (what?) I pledge allegiance to forever breathin Street niggaz with nuts, what? My meat's bigger (what?) Fake-ass thugs
, weapons in Pelle's ? yes ma From 7 and Woodward to 7 and Kelly ? the East side It's murder; from Kelly and further East where peace signs and street
get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me C'mon, yeah, ah, hah, nobody, c'mon Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'
And by just a thin thread of electric current Wins another victory Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all (Bounce wit us) Hip-Hop (What? Celebrities, what?) (Street
lost on a collision course The streets are fascinating so they gotta explore it more But not without walking through some hurricane corridors Become the most wanted, life can seem haunted Thugs
the machine the _Bush Killer_ remain In between the government and the public that's trained Where white companies profit off black death And house nigga rap thugs sell murder
wide mob figgaz We got niggaz on the front line living it up We got ladies in the back street giving it up Ain't nothing but a thug thang (Thug thang
housin', we wilin' Names engraved in the pavement Brick buildin, grown ladies, jump off the roof Nigga get paged, then murdered at the phonebooth New York streets
, actions, coke infractions Immanuel and Fidel, our money well Help the crack sell, stack bail, then we map trail Get it all back, smoke the black, hold the gat The streets
Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll
don't give a fuck if it was D T's They be up like the sea breeze on C C's And they handin' out these murders like free cheese Could you pass me the
Police, we have a search warrant, freeze C'mon, c'mon, T-Pain, T-Pain, it's Twista Come this way, c'mon, we gotta creep fast, c'mon Watch as I hit it
Police! We Have A Search Warrant) [Twista:] C'mon C'mon Eh T-Pain, Its Twista Come This Way, We Gotta Creep Fast. Watch As I Hit It Through The Middle
And she three feet behind me Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gandhi Me and G O D, from C O C Like got dough C O D A S A P, A S A P Play me,
scrap act real fast And keep a wack that'll gag ya back Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks It's the broad street bully bitch I bully niggaz on the broadest streets
to kill all comers for cash flow His role model, the heat, 'cause it runs streets His motto, 'Nobody eats but me!' Finally this young thug turned pro
the street beotch [Chorus 2X] [C-Murder] It's been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me love C-Murder, C-P-3-killer Projects the cold hearted streets
