Artist: Black Jesus f/ SC-4:30, Sparks Album: Gods of War Song: Northern Alliance Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Chorus) X2 The street's the good The block, the strip Mieta kings, the Blood, the Crips Whatever's the set, bounce to this Homey's in jail working out bang out to this [Sparks] I don't care where from or what you got I'm the silent one, quick to duff you in your mouth You take it to the South and get crunk if you want I do it for the North and the thugs in the joint Straight to the point and actually throw switsy's You became gangsta when you heard of 50? A little bit of M.O.P. a lot of pop All that weed shit, yo ass gets dropped I'm rising to the top, always popping in the streets Week after week, guaranteeing that heat You listen when I speak, pay attention in class You bad? I'll fuck around and smack your ass Faster then a left swung by Roy Jones My tone is grown and I spit to break bones I told you from the gate, mothafuck who you are Ain't no way in the world your ass gon' be a star (Chorus) X2 [SC-4:30] Go head and act up, like I ain't got woods in car Ten niggas start dropping like the New Years ball My team Guerillas, bunch of apes Yeah I got more warriors then gold and estate Y'all don't really want no problem Make your block look like there's a parade in Harlem 'Cause niggas talk greasy once they smoke them blunts Plus these hallow substitute their teeth or fronts YEAH! Y'all dudes must be gassed? 'Til I run up on you set with the Hockey mask And let that thing clap like a stripper's ass The AK shatter your bones like Plexiglas SSSHHH! No snitching allowed All I wanna here is *click* *click* *blaow* I air niggas out, y'all kill clouds You don't wanna aim the stainless You know heavy metal makes you famous Yep you niggas don't want no beef Or some U N I T Y like Queen Latifa 'Cause my bullet's bite men like strayed dogs on the streets (Chorus) X2 [Black Jesus] Whether Blood or Cuz, God or King We'll bang out without a doubt, it's like a bing Make you sing and scream, see you on the gate Cut his face and put a fagot in his place It's a race to the top and these cowards ain't playing fair We'll shoot you in your back and leave you in that wheelchair It's the lease that'll do, 'cause death is too good Now you can't fuck no more from being too hood What you should do is stop posting on the strip Get a grip and stop acting like a bitch Come switch when you walk, ain't no King in New York Just the principle of all thieves who broke the double Central Park We pop them corpses and spill their blood Enrich your thoughts and send you ready to bub Or should I say below 'cause Heaven ain't Heaven Yo we recycle all your doe; you need it where you're going to