Artist: Streetlife f/ Carlton Fisk, La Banga Album: Wu-Box: The Cream of the Clan Song: Wayz of Life Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: La Banga (Carlton Fisk)] You hear this shit, son? (yeah.. the fuck is that?) This shit is murderous, dog! (yeah) Come here... FUCK IT, LET's GO! (House Gang!) [La Banga] Yo y'all hear that base in that beat knockin'? To it we be rockin', like thug wars, twenty minutes a heat poppin' Yo that's a lot of shells droppin' Breakin' nothin' but injury tolls and body counts Spectators are spreadin' out like niggaz with weights spread work out A live nigga always walks with his Herc' out He gets tried, heat pops off and merks out He gon' leave somethin' that burns worse than workouts Intensive fire, no nigga should die for petty jive Niggaz is dyin' for crumbs compared to eighty-five Gettin' knocked for petty crime, serious as gettin' bagged With nines and an asshole full of dimes Talk is foolish, the only thing now is show and prove it Back what you doin', roll with ya niggaz that's gon' hold and shoot it Not the niggaz that's gon' fold in movement Avoid cowards who should be exiled for mini-power [Hook: La Banga (Carlton Fisk)] Aiyo we show a little muscle, strong-arm, hustle It's House Gang so fuck you (Nigga you heard it right) If you livin' in the struggle, prone to all trouble Cops tryin' to cuff you (Then run for ya life) If you a beast or gorilla, Animal gettin' skrilla Keep gettin' it killa (Control ya life) Either you starve when you don't eat, get cold when you hold heat Then listen to the O.G. (It's the Animal Way of Life) [Carlton Fisk] Extort the moment, sniper leave them focused Indeed I'm hopin' these haters keep believin' it's over House Gang, these my soldiers All born grinders, pressure bust pipes and make diamonds You know the temperature'll stay risin', Carlo stay ridin' Whips with low milleage, with my whole Island Sick and so violent, N.Y.C., respect dollars Or shots come over from choppers And my team, all pirahnas on a quest for prophet Criminal logic, tell these little niggaz to stop it Blast guns on V.V.D's and want no problems Lord Tariqo, federal royal, tap ya pocket Stay low, Carlo out of reach like rainbows In the same clothes, in or out of state, I change hoes Switch whips quick, nigga, stay in them plain clothes That's how the game go, my name'll remain though [Hook] [Streetlife] You on the outside lookin' in I'm on the inside lookin' out, the scope lens nigga zoomin' in Vacate, movin' in, no set date, comin' soon I hope you honeymooners listenin' You haters try to do me in, the Street hooligan You fucked up, got me in a bad mood again I'm on my second wind, watch me get this CREAM again Eatin' off of platinum plates like I won at Wimbledon Street, who can get with him? Staten Island veteran Bang with the best, smoke L's for the rest of them Next of kin, who best to put Stat on the map again? Streetlife (House Gang), tell me who better then? [Hook]