Havoc
Its kinda bugged how I go sometimes
Know they staring, brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing
Stuck, contemplating on who I can [bad word] But like lleullo in a bill my feelings just get [bad word] But thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns
Dont get mad , rip your hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not
Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib
Gem star, double edge apply pressure
Shave em down, blow marks right through your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look,
Stick em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push
God-body, with [bad word] grip black shotti
Pump one in his [bad word] make that [bad word] switch hobbies
dossage, hand delivered, without postage
Bring it to your door step quick on short notice
Niggas get sniped like, klonker brockite
Show em how to rock right, when [bad word] hold the mic, street life

Hook

(2x)why you have to raise me this way, you showed me how to survive the
Concrete, if I survive only time can say, you where a part of me..
(street life)

Big noyd
This is something you feel [bad word]  like the theme song from hill street blues
This is real, this is ill street news
How he gone, and left his moms mind [bad word] Now his brother aint giving a [bad word] Little sister giving up the butt now, dun dont wet that
I want you to rest black, cause you better belive noyd gon handle that
Cause when I get em, Im gonna have em
Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them
I aint no killer, you know me
But Ill be damned if I dont lie for my co-d
And then this old g, scold me, and told me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey
But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means
I never been clean [bad word]  my whole click got dirty
from the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves [bad word] you heard me
Its gangsta

Hook 2x
Prodigy
Vision the canvas I paint a picture
Similar to ernies barnes [bad word] But mines is more ghetto more guns
More [bad word]  mostly thugs
All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the [bad word] out
Park benches broke, a [bad word] stretched out
Jumped off the roof to his death its real
Hand ball walls displayed with r-i-p murials
Those who sling, play the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep em going while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, 50s are moked, cookies are broke
And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sun set looks beautiful over the projects
What a shame, its aint the same where we stand at
If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off dont get clipped off
Street life

Hook 2x