I don't drive a g5 truck but I'm live as a fuck Had to go to prison for years for me to wisen up Used to run around and formaldehyde it up And if we ever bumped heads you pretty much knew you was out of luck Remember I shot crack-head Reg(gie) in the leg for running off with a mac even after he gave it back Nigga this is deeper than rap Though a lot of niggas say that
Everything that I speak is a fact Shit, then I shot crackhead Debbie Talk about domestic abuse this bitch got hit with the desi Now after Debbie and Reggie I'm ready for any and everybody that want to test me Bless me, you're a thug Kid I shot in the Camelot, your shit was sweet (?) Until his mans got hit with the heat Why ain't I just give you shit to critique Everything you hear me spit to the beat Shit I did in the street
[Hook: repeat 2X] You don't want drama You don't want no beef You don't want to lose those teeth (It's street life) Sucker you could die, quicker than you could live When you fuckin with the NY Streetz (Real Street Life)
Sugar Pie Hunny Bear We gotta get money here Whether I got to write these raps or stash cracks in my underwear Whatever yo I don't care I swear I'll let the lead smoke Before I'm dead broke I ain't a Crip, man I'll hit you when your head low I ain't a blood dog I'll leave your ass red soaked With life line fluid get right around to it Tell ya (?) how I killed this nigga, true story First week it's gonna sell more than you N.O.R.E. And more than you too, Nas Cause I had a real body in the trunk, not one but two guys And I'm gonna get more publicity than 50 And be on UPN more nights a week than Sticky And I aint gonna be on them so-called platinum I'ma be on the news niggas stuntin I clapped them
[Hook: repeat 2X] You don't want drama You don't want no beef You don't want to lose those teeth (It's street life) Sucker you could die, quicker than you could live When you fuckin with the NY Streetz (Real Street Life)
I know they love the kid More than that other kid Don't try to act like You ain't discovered it Don't make a joke alright You'll be the butt of it I act nice But you know I'm on some gutter shit I'm thuggin it My pops wasn't shit Lord of Rhyme was raised by the government My God was the judge and shit Sent me to some juvenile jail with some other young thugs in it. To me it was like a covenant They had animal lessons It was the shit, I was loving it. I came home with another chip On my shoulder that was bigger than that other shit Got heavenly on the drug tip, huggin the script Only time I used bags was to put slugs in the clip If you fuck around with Saigon I'm bustin your shit Fuck with Saigon I'm, bustin, your, shit