We smoke dubs on hot streets


Watch hoes creep


Drop hits of acids in 3's


Blow up bitch police


As they drive down my street


In their ugly ass caprice


Walk away and say peace


Watch tramp ass hood rats


Walk around with fake gats


Poppin pills of x lax


Beat em down and puttem on the rail road tracks


Bunch of hoes that can't ball 


Just a bunch of hacks


Can't handle 6 packs


But I need to relax


Cause im about to react





These bitches wanna compete


You about to be made obsolete


And wind up on the concrete


As I bust out my heat


But yo ass is used to defeat


So you become discreet


Now you wanna come up to me wit beef


Well let me brief


Ima  murder you like I did the chief of police 


Run off and shoot up NBD


Take the money and run


Go by some tight ass Detroit chron


Get blazed up and flee


back to the crime scene





I get a rush off the trouble I cause


As I break the city bylaws


And leave people in aws


While they wonder y I did this


You damn right I did it


And ill do it again


I might as well be blacklisted


Cause I don't even exist


So what am I to do


Wait for a breakthrough


Just so my album can debut


But when will I be noticed


And become a talented artist





 


This is how it is on my streets


We walk around and carry beefs


Cause weve lost all belief 


But this ain't no time to grief





 


I should write a song about the hell I cause


As I get fucked up and traumatized


And listen to tupacs still I rise


And wonder y I even try


Their can't be two of us


So I better bust


 im a drunken lush


and I  ain't even worth the fuss


I get on the mike and jus cuss


About how I wanna kill a bitch named russ


Strangle him and beat him over the head


with his own bed post


cause I hate bitch talking hoes


and especially weak ass homos


who don't wanna throw down with me


youll find you ass hangin dead from a tree





 This is how it is on my streets


We walk around and carry beefs


Cause weve lost all belief 


But this ain't no time to grief





 





I don't take shit from peeps


I ain't got no beef


After I put you 7ft deep


This anger needs to be released


Cause the insanity just increased


So what am I to do


Yell at bitches in drive throughs


Walkin around pissed at every crew


Wanting to kill everyone even you


Cause of this tension from when I grew


I see you stumbling around drunk


And run you over in my truck


Claim it was an accident





Cause that's how it is on my streets


You wouldn't know about that


So put away that fake gat