I had the streets on locc (on locc) Two steppin wit my hand on my glocc (aye) I told you I had the streets on locc (on locc) Two steppin wit my hand on my glocc
how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze
part two Coming real soon, new shit, crime life Memph Bleek, Cease, Ja Nigga, picture me hot, then picture me not In this spot with this glock and these
up, yo like this One, and then comes the two to the three and four Two thousand Techa N9na is hardcore, with a K See me step up on the track like a thug
't lookin' out for my health, where's the wealth? Not in New York, 'cause niggaz talk about goin' out of state Money got an eighth, comin' back, hot with a lot of weight Where's my
Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause Niggas clap now with forty pounders and forty-fours Is it all, fair in love with war Young ones with guns, acting
rhythm, the Rebel Alone in my level heated up past the boiling point of metal Living legend, veteran known to set trend Lethal weapon, step through your section with
callin' about This one's for my people and my niggas up north The ruler shit dynasty but flipmode finally come forth Exports and imports hittin' you with flavors of all sorts My
my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt I'm a young hot street flame, they call me Sweet James Or call me Sir Jones, two hundred dollar cologne
nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar. [ba] man I'm trying to have Man I ain't trying to go for shit [dd] man you know my glock is hot (eastside) Verse one
soon! New shit! Crime life! Memph Bleek! Cease! Ja! (Memphis Bleek) Nigga, picture me hot, then picture me not In this spot with this glock and these
and down the block cussin' Locked in youth homes at 6 with glocks bussin' I grew up with not ballers, who got dollars Shot callers with guns and Rotwillers
, the Rebel Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal Living legend, veteran known to set trend Lethal weapon, step through your section with
free Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand I'm a
my Snoop Dogg tape Man with no music but happy he's free Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand Gold
know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze
callin about This one's for my people and my niggas up North The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts My
