Artist: Shawn Wigs Album: The 45 King Song: Street Justice Typed by: Cno Evil [Shawn Wigs] Yo, street justice, I run through the streets, you can't touch this Say two words, and I might bring back the ruckus You bitch, watch me switch styles like the shady eight All over your grill, cut cracks on your plate Facts that I've been eating, these streets won't starve me, I'mma King of New York, you'se a king like Steve Harvey Faggots, I leave flies and shit maggots, and that Hole in your head, you push through with lead You'se a fool, label like a rap special ed This is Theodore, real street justice you can cheer for Solomon Childs, got murder verses to fear for Ghost got fire like Kryme and Trife Dies' And big Cappadonna spit darts with ease And our guns stay tucked by our backbones and bellies Fully loaded, my desert eag spit loose shellies