featuring Tekitha

*Chorus* Tekitha

Street life is the only life I know

Street life where we got no place to go

Street life where the struggle won't let you be

Street life where the drugs and thugs meet

Verse 1:

Yo I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks

Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox

Rhyme excellent kill 'em wid intelligence

Get money like embezzlement worrying as the president

LA the Dark coming, inheriting nature, Islamic

Stay loyal to my clan like Elijah Mohammed

That's a promise, creating them secrets be like amazing

Everytime I touch the track I swing my axe and stake it

Speed racing through life world class

LA let the tech splash

My lyrics hard as brass

Show 'em all-star, check me in the Source y'all

'98 Ford car purchased near Fort Bar

Damn I'm aways sharp man, accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman

Running through New York air painted like Al Sharpton

And sing, my guns be black and shallow ringed

Computerised thugs dropping checks in the bank

And then....

Chorus

Verse 2:

Yo, yo, yo

You on my dick

My life is like a James Bond flick

Mad bitches, mad bullets but I never get hit

Yo, from herpes to trees, Tv's and MTv's

Niggas in jail for life the strongest hurt to leave

>From bloods at night in Kings, to bounce back to Queens

Drugs and dope fiends scream over the limosine

Pop the 2 fort kings sucking dick on porno screens

Vaginas some clean wid terrible hygiene

To survive on my block G is devils at halloween

The young son got guns wid 50 shot magasine

And digital web beams