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Artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony f/ The Game,
Album:  Strength & Loyalty
Song:   Streets
Typed by:
[Layzie Bone]
Know why I sound so raw cause I'm down by law
Try to play me cause I'm rappin I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make him take clothes off
Leave you dead butt-naked, man you fuckin with a boss
Cross paths with me, I'm in the hood, all in Watts, in the Bronx
In Decatur, all around the devil block, trouble knocks
I'm ready for 'em, niggaz they know I'm ready for them
I'm a artist, I'm a deadly poet so I'm heated heavy for it
Why you lookin for me nigga with yo' lookin ass
Meet me in the club, all my niggaz get to whoopin ass
Then a nigga sue me, sue me
Nigga 'posed to be thug, nigga 'posed to be streets
Pull yo' skirt down nigga cause we smellin yo' pussy
The whole bottom line is you can't fuck with me the ghetto {"You can find it all.."} the ghetto {".. in the street"}
Cause I'm a thug by nature, "Thug By Nature"
Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin, gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin
If you lookin, fo' me, I'll be, rollin
You could find me in the streets
You, you could find me in the streets
If you lookin, fo' me, I'll be, rollinnnn
You could find me in the streets
You, you could find me in the streets
If you lookin!
[The Game]
It's the black rag assassin, 44-mag blastin
Black ski mask throwin shots out a Dodge Magnum
Gangbang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil
with homicidal intentions, I reign terror
on any clique or squad, you niggaz bitch you fraud
I'm a tickin time-bomb that'll finish the job
Lyrical damager, one-two punch crush you amateurs
Box and watch me execute like Cockton
My flow pipin hot scorchin, proceed with caution
Murder any MC or soul that's lost
When I'm ridin with them Bone Thugs
Black glocks and chrome slugs parked on the block with the nose up
Get ready for the +Face/Off+, Nicolas Cage
ain't got shit on a nigga with a fuckin grenade
One man army, only two things in the world could calm me
Wet pussy and that bomb ass chronic
I'll never back down, never back down
Never back down now that the Bone Thugs back {*blaow*}
[Krayzie Bone]
Now we the niggaz in the black Dickies and steel-toe boots
Don't bring that nigga that got a pistol and he still won't shoot
Cause he a ho, like half of these niggaz is rappin I'ma let you know
These niggaz is actin and puttin on a fashion show
We done checked these niggaz
Met these niggaz, man I don't respect these niggaz
I'm a real motherfuckin T-H-U-G original
Hate to be a critic but yo' shit I ain't feelin though
You niggaz is elementary, I got history
Lyrically you can't see me, physically I'll bring you misery
Seriously, you niggaz ain't been hearin me - but listen 
to these other niggaz hits, you hear my twist, they bit my shit
But it's all good cause we keep it all hood
And when we see niggaz we raw dawg like a hog should
Just let me put the motherfuckin money on the wood
Bitch niggaz would be Bone if they could
But I'ma shut 'em down, I'ma shut 'em down
I'ma shut 'em down, Bone niggaz known not to fuck around
[Wish Bone]
I got my hand on my balls
Grippin Nina Ross, hood star, shit could be my boulevard
You know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach
On some cool shit or some beef shit nigga I'm in the streets
This ain't my only occupation, hittin avenues
chasin paper always (always) and I know how to get it
in pissy hallways (hallways) in a raw way
You could get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way
I let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the streets for real
And I love it but you know how the gameplay got me ready to kill
somebody, but it's all good
With these shows in my streets, nigga all good
Gotta keep stackin my paper like it's all I know
These niggaz is playin, I gotta get it lock and load
Winter through summer, summer back through the winter
We hustlin dawg, hustlin hustlin hustlin
Give it all ya got, give it all ya got, hustlin
Niggaz that's talkin about we ain't out - WATCH yo' mouth!