Bizzy Bone - Tha Streets Lyrics

[Bizzy Bone-Intro]
Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just the dirty Seven in this
motherf*cker, killers incorporated motherf*cker. Ha ha... Little Capo in this bitch. Rasu in this motherf*cker. Mo! Thug Millenium, ThugLine. Nigga what?
Bring yellow niggas back in style B

[Bizzy Bone]
The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers/ I want to move out of this country, get away from ya motherf*ckers/ Momma was cheatin' and
sleepin' with somebody elses nigga/ A bastard is born quick, Lil' B got half sisters/ Liquor ridiculous, watchin' my niggas die quickly/ Speak from the
spirit, they comin' with me/ And that's for runnin' with me, dirty money, I'm still hungry/ Club niggas is yuppies, guppies f*ckin' these little baby
puppies/ Fresh outta prison, nigga rusty, but I'm mackin' none-the-less/ Bullet's is followin' but Bizzy is feelin' lucky/ So why you muggin' me thug, you
really ain't buggin' me bitch/ And Little Capo keep lookin' that's cause he really love me/ The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers/
I want to move out of this country, get away from motherf*ckers/ Nine millimeter, it don't cover me, I'm caught up in this motherf*ckin' f*ckery/ 7th
Sign, nigga

[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-Chorus]
Only God is us, homie rolly, in God we trust/ God bless my niggas, thug luv (Hell yea)/ Only way that we gon' ever get to rise, togetherness as we ride
till we meet out demise

[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious]
Twenty Two years and still countin' clockin' collatoral, baffled while we really here up against obsticles/ I'm a radical, killer Capo-Confuscious, throw
up my fist if we compatible/ No love? F*ck it, then let's battle/ Ammo explode, machine gun rattle/ Everybody scatter, hysterical/ Sirens, police patrol
(Whoa!) But they keep on rollin' soon as they see that this O.G. to back controllin' the streets/ Probablly some real niggas, got me heated, state your
beef/ These bitches need to practice what they preach, capice? Rest in peace Martin Luther King, who truly was a bigger man than me, turned the other
cheek/ Nigga, please! Generation X is more than the weak, just a little sneak peek preview of what I came to do/ Simply dominate, won't tolerate, dispute/
Nickel plated, aim to shoot 'em up/ Suggest you pussy's keep your lip shut or get f*cked

[Chorus]

[Prince Rasu]
United we stand, divided we fall for the same bullshit like snipers on Whitehouse lawns/ In the same 'hood shit, got niggas from Compton to Africa on
that thug shit/ Reginold Deny, any comment I lost my blood reppin' Karlos Davis/ I can't love shit unless the fullest extent is given/ I'm above this
deception, I know they intentions/ Weapons of thug shit if ever they step out of line/ From ashes to dust, bitch! Ride, never been far from the grave,
since the murder, never been afraid/ My cradle had a guage close by when my Father was stressed/ Momma asked him to leave as she departed to death/ And
ever since, I've been convinced that it's kill or be killed/ Had the young mind of a scholar, but society failed/ Josiah Ben Rasu, they caged my brother
back in '96 but now in Armageddon we ridin' forever

[Chorus]