Lyrics:

(Kartoon)
yall Niggaz Got A Fuckin Problem Wit Me
do You Know Haha-Haha...
ruff Ryders...

(Chorus- Kartoon)
ill Pour Your Blood In The Streets
ill Put Your Face In The Dirt
pick You Up And Take You Straight To The Nurse
from The Hospital Room You Go Straight To Your Hearse
then The Paulbearers Take You To Church
ill Pour Your Blood In The Streets X2

(Kartoon)
i Tote Hammers Around Like Cell Phones Keep em On My Belt
so If You Think You Hotter Than Toon Keep It To Yourself
yeah Im Holding Conversation You Can Speak To It Yourself
just Know When I Reach I Aint Reaching For My Health
and It Aint Just For Me I Just Aint Speakin For Myself
but Every Angel Go Hard To Be In Sequence With Myself
i Run Around Spittin Flame Extinguishing Myself
and Nobody Gave Me This Vision I Seen The Shit Myself
far As Rap Go Im Just Competing With Myself
so Some Of My Nicest Bars Im Speaking To Myself
rap Niggaz Cant Fuck With Me Im Sleeping With Myself
and Im Having My Biggest Issues Beefin With Myself
might Do Some Dumb Shit To Get Even With Myself
but Look How Far I Got Just Believing In Myself Nigga

(Kartoon)
spits The Pain On Ya I Spill Ya Blood In The Gutter
stretch Your Vains On The Corner Put Your Face In Your Shoulders
lights Out Game Is Over Get You Hit For Five Cent
who Got Change For A Quarter
yall Only Hot As Your Last Bar
and Aint Half As Tough As They Act Dog
bury Cowards In They Own Back Yard
it Aint A Muthafuckin Thing Change Shit Naw
picture Me Piss Drunk

(Kartoon- Hook)
dont Go Talking That Slick Shit
you Faggots Know Exactly How The Angels Get Down
approach Us With A Fucked Up Attitude And Get Banged Down
hit You With The Fifth Or Get Clipped With The Tre Pound
ill Pour Your Blood In The Streets
dont Go Talking That Slick Shit
you Faggots Know Exactly How The Angels Get Down
approach Us With A Fucked Up Attitude And Get Banged Down
hit You With The Fifth Or Get Clipped With The Tre Pound

ill Pour Your Blood In The Streets