Yeah, hit the spider
Write out the writer
Get lit the fired up
Lit the fired up
It's me, rhyme-maker
Double eyed salt and pepper shaker
Semi-valley earthquaker for acres
Outlaw law breakers
Nigga
The son on sight
Dark Blue black and white fife
I pulled the war level .44's
And they complained and arrested
For playing a song by the Levens is pure havoc
The streets are on pure fire
Get folded like envelopes
I suffocate hope
'Quipped with shells, boxed with full scopes
One incident and we shake the globe

A creep in the morning that becomes daylight
I walk to the beat, to the beat
So who was going out with me tonight?
We're running out into the street tonight
I love life
I mean well
I've been told I can't control myself
Hear me out
Something I wanna do
Hear me out
Something I want to say
Streets on fire
I wanna get higher

A creep in the morning that becomes daylight
Yeah, so don't say nothin'
I want it all emptied or I'ma start bustin'
I walk to the beat, to the beat
Higher, higher, burning fire
Making music like a choir
I'm trusted by the people like the crust on an apple pie
Start the riot gripped the heated and start the fire
I walk with a badge and a lean mean stick in your eye
Hot supplying, multiplying fire riots

I love life
I'm twice as nice
And I like to live it well
The Streets is a living hell
I've been told I can't control myself
Hear me out
There's something I wanna do
Hear me out
Something I wanna say
Streets on fire
Everybody get higher

I'm gonna fight
Take off on sight
Picking off on the first thing in sight
Sayin like bloods and crips on sight
What I saw scoping like Lee Harvey Oswald
Lit, totally and utterly subliminal
Police is as croocked as the criminals
Five-star generals
Premeditation
Bar flu world spark new generations
Oh, I've been hidin
Got he Bin laden
We out for the ridin
Roll and test squadin'
Hit the national guard on the two way
'Cause these nigga's gotta hear what I gotta say
I'ma roll till I can't roll no more
Say it!
I'ma fold till I can't fold no more
Say it!
I'ma split till I can't spit no more
Say it!
I'ma get up till I can't get no more
Say it!

I love life
Life, life, life
And I like to live it well
Well, the streets is a burning hell
And I've been told I can't control myself
Control myself, self, self
Hear me out
There's something I wanna do
Let's crack it with the streets
Hear me out
Something I wanna say
Yeah, check it out, check it out
I want the streets on fire
Higher, higher streets on fire
Everybody get higher
Making music like a choir
Everybody get, everybody
Everybody get higher
Higher, higher, streets on fire
Making music like a choir
Higher, higher, streets on fire
Making music like a choir