[Shabaam Sahdeeq]

Yeah (uhh) yeah, yeah

Never never thought it'd go down like this

He got hit, comin from seein that girl from Cypress (Cypress)

I wonder if she set him up to get stuck (stuck)

For the jewels and the three pounds of weed in the truck

One shot [gunshot] "Blaow!" just to warn this nigga

To hand it all over or you just a goner nigga

But he ain't havin that, pick the right opportunity then he grabbin that

His name Mambo; small-scale street hustler (hustler)

Street tustler, muscular - loud talkin rowdy nigga

They gon' have to shoot this man

Cuz I seen him kill three cops, with his bare hands

He already took four shots, back in '94

Playin the corridor hall, with that nigga Barr

And now all eyes on him, cuz he inherit the block

Jewels, rock, speed through the hood slingin cock

to all these young sly hunnies, pretty long money

Now niggaz wanna see if they can get a piece

Nature of the beast, when hunger and power combine

They took the Callico and they put it straight to his mind

And of course, he goes for it, he grabbed duke hand

Now he wrestlin for the gun, it let one go [gunshot]

Mambo caught it in the hip, but he still ain't loose grip

The other cat came from behind, started to pistol-whip [smack] "Uhh"

With his last bit of strength, Mambo threw that kid

Another one flew out [gunshot] "Blaow!" headed right to his croch

All the tustlin finally came to a fuckin stop

He fell to the floor, they took the jewels and the truck

Ran outta luck, now he looked straight to the sky

Wonderin why, he ever left his crib in Bed-Stuy

to check that grimy ass bitch, taste the blood on her lips

Trap this nigga with her hips, got him shot and pistol-whipped

Blood stained the concrete (life) life on the street

You could floss, but hungry niggaz gotta eat

So watch ya back (watch ya back)

Watch ya back (watch ya back)

The streets is crazy (crazy..) knahmean? knahmean?

(Watch ya back) Shit's crazy (crazy.. crazy.. crazy..)



Watch ya back, the streets is grimey now

No matter who you are, you could get laid down

Once the word get around, that you sittin on dough

You better be ready to let slugs go, whatchu thought? [machine gun]

[Repeat twice more]



[talking + repeat "Watch ya back" in background]

Watch ya back, extreme.. tell these niggaz

Runnin around flossin with all these chains and shit

Knahmsayin, shit ain't sweet, niggaz gotta eat

So you know.. you walkin around.. heavily jewel

Yaknahmean, flossin.. better be ready to back that up

This shit is crazy, knahmean

Better have that twin in the trunk

Brooklyn ya feel me?

Uhh, Queens, S-Double, where ever you at yaknow

Shit get grimey, yeah street scholar, yaknahmean

(Holla at me) Smoke somethin (tuck them jewels stupid)

Soul Survivor (haha) Sinister Sounds (yeah) Shabaam Sahdeeq

(Come on) For the streets baby.. (come on)

For the streets baby.. (yeah)

Gotta eat baby.. (uhh...)