Lyrics:

Hey yo, the streets love me, man And I love the streets So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit Ya know me better than that Ayo, I shoulda been out I'm deadly when I pull the pin out Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out I knocked a lot of men out I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out You see ?codione?, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen And if a bitch don't like me she must like women Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin' Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin' It's over now, nigga, leave the game I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame We're niggaz be takin' drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT your bitch rode me First day home I dived in it Left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis So why your bills got Washington's face? A lot of cats be frontin' Made singles wit' a fifty on top L tryin' to have the city on lock Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' 'Free L!' What Word up man, them niggaz is hungry They ready to bite a nigga arm off Chorus: repeat (2X) All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit' us? And