Artist: Big Pokey f/ Beezo, Kevo, Chris Ward Album: A Bad Azz Mix Tape III Song: Streets Typed by: Lil Hustle That's the nigga that's gone... [Chorus] We can take it to the streets, because that's where it belong I'm a marksman with this heat, put it square on your dome Two wrong's don't make it right, someone gon' catch a flight The first one to see the light, that's the nigga that's gone [Big Pokey] I'm a bull like I'm born in May, I rush niggaz Flush niggaz like commodes, when I bust my triggas Everytime I bust, try to knock the must off niggaz Push a wig piece back in the gap, what nigga Talking down that's gon' get ya slapped, ya slut nigga Close your trap, get merked while you holding your strap Last time I saw that boy, he was holding his ass I popped him with the dime, then I throwed it harass Slow your roll, nigga stay in your class I got niggaz waiting on my call, rolling with a K and a mask Handgun knock the cameras, tre-8 with a flash Bring the plex to your yard, it's a ape in your grass Bring the plex to your squad, tre-8 and a mag One way in, only way to vacate is a bag Don't play with me, play with your dick Because the first nigga that see the light, that's the nigga that's gone [Chorus - 2x] [Kevo] Ok let's clear all the bullshit, look I don't hustle to play You bitches, better get up out of my way If I don't fuck wit ya that's just it, y'all get the picture Ain't no love lost, feel my mindset to get richer I got a street raised mentality And you'll get capped, for your bullshit salary Nigga you can expect the worst of the worst, when them 'Burbans and them Hummers out I pack enough guns, to make your block do a summersault I'm overloaded, when it starts to roll it's tenacity Clapping off guns, that eat a slab to the fastening Bulletproof cars get laughed at, when they passing me I rig em with C4, to show these hoes audacity There's rules to this game, play your part and follow Before you bite off more, than your heart can swallow If I don't fuck with ya that's just it, y'all get the picture See me in the streets nigga, we can settle the sco' [Chorus - 2x] [Chris Ward] We can take it to the street, like construction work And on this beat, do ya know what my production's worth But fuck all that, just throw that when my glock bust it hurt And after I kill ya I come to your funeral, and bust at your hearse Just to see the niggaz carrying your casket, drop your shit Take off running, duck in the dirt So when you boys need a light, it ain't the one that the Lord'll give ya But the one, that nigga C. Ward'll give ya With this candy red dot, I'm a architect That'll blaze your brains with flames, and scorch the set It's like you the strength for once, I'ma spark the wet You looking at a nigga that hung, slung and fought with vets Yeah I was raised by the wildest niggaz Con artists city slick cut throat, Mob-stylish niggaz And that's only the half of why, I'll split your wig Cause with a gun, I'm like Billy the buster Wiggity kid [Chorus - 2x] [Beezo] Let's take it back, to the knuckles and fist fights Back to the streets back to the spot, where they carry the heat You slip you sleep you in too deep, that's how the guard reap play You get it how you live, 24 a day Money come fast and spend quicker, dope and liquor Hoes and niggaz, scamming for figgas the streets the place I'm straight by my waist your face, I know that Two wrong's don't make a right, but I'm right in this case Cause you done wronged me for the last time, I see the light and I blast mine Moving in a devine manner, jumping out with my hammer For you scandalous type, that could not handle it right You could not handle it real, so you made a side deal Could not keep it gangsta, had to play the field So the feeling is mutual, the line's been crossed So now we back to the bricks in the South, the clips and the guns We back to the streets, and the block where it begun