featuring X 1
Chorus(x2):
[All] Street niggaz
[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time
[All] Street niggaz
[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine
[All] Street niggaz
[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops
[All] Street niggaz
[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots
[X 1]
Street niggaz love to flip puttin' slugs in clips
While in out with Bloods and Crips on some shit
Leavin' you ripped is totally sick
I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips
You on a curious a trip way out of your whack
Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?
Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck
Never know what to expect
Respect a hole in you chest
My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps
The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you
Off the top
Make money off of rocks
On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops
Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next
But it's X-1, kid, in the ?'lux Relex?
Wit' a ghetto type style
Heat for beef that we can settle right now
Street Niggaz
Chorus(x2)
[Fredro Starr]
Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed
Smoke to the ropes
Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap
Bust four guns, off the roof, trick
Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night
Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'
My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in
Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate
Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake
We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers
