[Intro: Streetlife]

Yooooooooooo!

The life, (you know) low, low



[Streetlife]

I be Streetlife, snatch you out the lime light

Niggaz get ya rhymes right, prepare for mic fight (yoooo)

What it look like? See a lot of prototypes

Bumpin' Street hype, without enough, nigga bite

Here's a little street advice, pass me the mic

Hope you got your money right, better hold your honey tight

Slick game like Dolemite, see me in the hood

Lurking through the woods, like termites

With a hundred wolves up to no good, stole the mic

Wouldn't change it, if I could, been this way my whole life

Always in the back of the club, playing the wall tight

Rapper's delight, can't label this with five mics

Not in a heist, so fuck with the source, right

I live the life, I'm cold as ice

Behold the birth of Christ, I be Streetlife



[Chorus: Streetlife]

Got no love, for Fake Ass NiggaZ (F.A.N.Z.)

We don't love y'all Fake Ass NiggaZ (F.A.N.Z.)

Got no love for Fake Ass NiggaZ (We can't stand)

We don't love y'all Fake Ass NiggaZ

(F.A.N.Z., F.A.N.Z., F.A.N.Z., F.A.N.Z.)



[Streetlife]

The Street sensai, new chef for the day

Son, you the entree, like stuffed fish filet

(Come on), rap all May, fly words to say

New way of thinking for pussy, that never pay (picture that)

The type of nigga that piss in the ice tray

Ride shotgun with the burner, like O.J.

I stay high, sliding by the cops all day

And I never cop a plea, with the D.E.A.

I'm on life parole, for killing the cliche'

And I fucked the black, on tone, off the bitch Sole'

Check the ill rap display, half of these rap acts are gay

He, bite my slang, til your tooth decay

Mister deejay, let the record play

I got something to say, and it goes this way



[Chorus x2: w/ ad-libs)



[Streetlife]

I got no love for a F.A.N., how can I kill a man

Caught red handed when the gun jammed in my hand

If I pop another man, I'm a one man band

Niggaz is stupid, I cram to understand, big wham

Bitches is bustin' without a man, check the soundscan

Yeah, yeah, catch me if you can, branded

See the logo? Now you know where I stand

Street for solo, chief-in-command of the Clan

Fully auto, my slug, through your promotional van

One thing I can't stand, is one who is most a F.A.N.

You bout to fall short, when I spoil your plans

Jump out the trashcan, two guns in both hand

Call me 'stickman', watch me, stick it to scram

Throw you off the roof, like Meth in Cop Land



[Chorus: to fade w/ ad-libs]