Street Kingz

Street Kings - The Game/JT The Bigga Figga/Get Low Playaz

F**k it yo who the best MC on the west

By far it's me and in my car is a continental tea

And my broad in that continental suite

With the armadillo rollin' up dutches like that motherf**kers

Beef with the kid click clack motherf**kers

Let them bullets burn your six pack motherf**kers

Get jacked motherf**ker when you come to Compton

Get a mack motherf**ker when you come to Compton

I walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson

A cross style Jada make a run threw Yonkers

I got D-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop

And ni**a I like your watch so roll over you can die with the jury

First ni**a take the stand to testify he gonna die with the jury

And I might kidnap the judge or send a team

To lean on the prosecutors so the DA budge

I got niggas that'll ride for a grand

So handover my rock like Earl Manson

You can die where you stand

You got his back you can die with your man

I'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down

You know this GL sh*t we got G's on the line

Or G's on the squad all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

You know this GL sh*t we got G's on the line

Or G's on the squad all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

I'm a take it to the next take it to a motherf**kin' neck

Pull up on a ni**a holdin' triggers and techs

We droppin' square beads you easy to read

This is the end of the road for whole a** MC's

Smoke grass by the pound glock holds 17 rounds

And the flow'll knock any ni**a down

Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people

Said them that I shitted on you ni**a like I was a flock of seagulls

Infrared beam like a traffic jam at night

Handle any man in sight with his hands upon a mic

Wanna light I got the torch California up north

For any ni**a puttin' flamed on a Porches and never drive on

B**ch you're gonna die on

San Quinton for and five catch a live one

Bust shots at the clouds so we can shine some

Get up off your a** and ni**a and grind some

You know this GL sh*t we got G's on the line

Or G's on the squad all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

You know this GL sh*t we got G's on the line

Or G's on the squad all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find

Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds

Flash f**kers on the tip of the gat

You can put on flat but I'll kill that I'll open you up like a mat

Even if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man

And these new school ni**a talk like we heard of them plans

Seventy-two times 36 millimeters in your mini van

Gettin' off on you ni**a and your mini-mans

Only thing runnin' is blood ni**a so we gettin' grand

So we will bust your head ni**a straight through your hand

Or get off in yo a** ni**a like Jackie Chan

And when it's all said and done it's a one will stand

Gunnin' this motorbike feelin' this power man

A 185 miles per hour man I stay co-relatin' with the Taliban

I show up show up show up show up

Niggaz talk about money they forgot the struggle

Playas paint a perfect picture they forgot the hustle

Pieces of a puzzle guzzlin' pints watchin' the moonlight

Turn to sunlight street more gun fights penitentiary kites

Seen a man turn to mice than mice turn to man

See my ni**a take the stand turn my other mans hand

Got me nauseous in my abdomen got me servin' grams again

Grams rapped in rubber bands 22's on them rubbers bands

Slow rollin 'dro blowin' I'm gettin' rich you see my fro growin'

Ho's knowin' I pimp them to the fullest respect a gangsta

You can shoot but I eat bullets I sh*t missiles

And my eyeballs look like crystals my shits official

It's more humaro Merofrista

Yo yo it's Luke and everything I sit on fat

Niggaz be like oh sh*t how a ni**a sh*t on that

You wanna see me sh*t on and grit on tracks

Glock with the red paint puttin' it on hat

Talk about the real thing not the 760

The reason that they took the fair team to get me

You don't want it with my dogs you got teeni guys

I mean itsy bitsy little bitty weeni guys

I done seen them guys bought as big as my gats

And they ain't even got enough strength to squeeze on that

You want real hard core sh*t I be's on that

Cop the XLT you put threes on that put cheese on hats

When luchi seeks squeeze on gats we even leave these on flat

G's messin' low they got g's on that and have

How your momma outside screamin' "Please don't clap"

You know this GL sh*t we got G's on the line

Or G's on the squad all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find

Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds

You know this GL sh*t we got G's on the line

Or G's on the squad all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

You know this GL sh*t we got G's on the line

Or G's on the squad all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find

Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds

You know this GL sh*t we got G's on the line

Or G's on the squad all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up 'cuz we ain't hard to find

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us