It was a dope spot from y'all
 One on one strappin'
 That's the way it was when the four of us was strappin'
 I'm a fuckin' class from the Gs in the hood
 Puttin' worth  did some dirt
 Now a snitch never would
 Blowin' fat jag blunts with my nigga P
 Growin' up
 Time comin' back sippin Henessey
 We said we seniors are old
 And I felt like a god man bitch
 And i had my pickup '85 bitch
 And my family was known to be great
 See Syke Moore representin' no matter who sets it on
 Street power
 Why you niggas flip and you thug shit
 I be by my motherfuckin' grip
 Numba nos
 Cause we three million minds
 Remember that
 Damn its a shame
 But still I'm in the game
 I'm tryin to get street fame

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 (Syke)
 Don't blame my mama
 Don't blame my daddy
 I know they wish they never had me
 In and out of jail by 12
 Failing out of school
 Cause I was livin' by the street rules
 Hangin with hoes
 Droppin dawgs as a little loot
 I was gettin my respect but i was still rude
 Into the game and slang
 Into the cocaine
 With 'em double ups
 We slangin them whole things
 Hey I just told my mail man
 You hangin like a bail
 And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail
 Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control
 Motherfuckers gossip and I still roll
 Bitches want my cash on my dash on my pac-vit
 They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit
 So while I'm ballin and kickin up dust
 Get your score fresh
 Bitch made niggas know not to fuck with us
 Cause I'm livin on the edge
 I'm blastin lead
 Wanted by the feds they got to take me dead
 So fuck it try to work it in the inner city
 In the land of no pity
 I made it by the street fame

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 (Rated R)
 Super storm made it by street fame
 I had to make some people feel the pain
 In this dirty game
 I know I'm on my way to hell
 Hey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smoked
 The hood that took me under
 A nigga gots the heart
 Don't get it twisted cause I'm mad with my homey's score
 I kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for me
 That's the love you get from your drug for you pootie
 It works, see?
 I'm a G
 Would a gang of niggas have to reach and appeal me
 Cause I smoked their homey
 Well don't feel proud
 Cause around here thats what makes it worse
 I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off them
 They don't stop
 Through my casket drop-top let me ride
 All i want is Shatmo
 He's a god
 And it don't matter if a rapper plays
 Cause I cought the back of some minds
 Fuck the fame

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