featuring X 1

Chorus(x2):

[All] Street niggaz

[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time

[All] Street niggaz

[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine

[All] Street niggaz

[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops

[All] Street niggaz

[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots

[X 1]

Street niggaz love to flip puttin' slugs in clips

While in out with Bloods and Crips on some shit

Leavin' you ripped is totally sick

I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips

You on a curious a trip way out of your whack

Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?

Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck

Never know what to expect

Respect a hole in you chest

My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps

The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you

Off the top

Make money off of rocks

On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops

Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next

But it's X-1, kid, in the ?'lux Relex?

Wit' a ghetto type style

Heat for beef that we can settle right now

Street Niggaz

Chorus(x2)

[Fredro Starr]

Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed

Smoke to the ropes

Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap

Bust four guns, off the roof, trick

Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night

Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'

My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in

Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate

Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake

We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers