featuring Big Noyd

Havoc

Its kinda bugged how I go sometimes

Know they staring Brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing

Stuck Contemplating on who I can trust

But like lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed

But thats why I stick with my duns like I stick with the guns

Don't get mad Rip your hun concentrate on my funds

Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist

Never get patted down when I step in the place

Jiggied up, smoke the pot, Confirm if it is real reefer or not

Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib

Gem Star, double edge apply pressure

Shave em down, Blow marks right through your mecca

Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look,

Stick em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push

God-Body, With a rubber grip black shotti

Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies

A dossage, hand delivered, without postage

Bring it to your door step quick on short notice

Niggas get sniped like, Klonker Brockite

Show em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic, street life

Hook

(2x)Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the

concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me..

(Street Life)

Big Noyd

This is something you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Street Blues

This is real, this is ill street news

How he gone, and left his moms mind struck

Now his brother ain't giving a fuck

Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet that

I want you to rest black, cause you better belive Noyd gon handle that

Cause when I get em, I'm gonna have em

Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them

I ain't no killer, you know me