Street War

Lyrics

[Intro: Crisis] Wet your motherfuckin' throat with this shit Yo, yo, you better play what I say I know about you niggas Yo, yo [Verse 1: Crisis tha Sharpshooter] I roll with builders, thug niggas, drug dealers and blood spillers Poverty made killers who drink liquor, blaze niggas In the struggle, since it's hustle to juggle, niggas will bust you To oppress you they don't slap box or wrestle, we pulling pistols In Killa Cal, where niggas is foul and killers prowl We give you banging nasty talk and then mack in mafia style Flip hoods for miles, bitches is wild, snitches exiled From the blocks where teenagers hold Glocks putting it down Young niggas who's live, wilding out like wild Indian tribes Known to ride, let them fly, plus homicide when they collide Peace to niggas from the Rock, old lime of lime, on the grind with nines At Crunch Time, fuck one time, we busting lunch-lines There's no remorse, all the North of course could never touch mine Move as one, stay in one mind, that makes the Sun shine [Interlude: Rugged Monk] Sun shine... the sun stay shinin', nigga... [Verse 2: Rugged Monk] Ayo, I strike fast, throw 'em a bloodbath off a Dutch bag A street path, what I live, since a young kid Yo, let me find out, they're trippin' on the squad, frontin' on the God House niggas, bitch made marks with no heart For the God-U, quick to pop shit, they never bust it Just a sidekick, bustas from the ho ass click Oh yeah, I seen your ho ass when you roll past Tryna front like you didn't see me fit up your dash Dash in the past, still ain't forgot when y'all blast But I'ma keep it movin', fuck that, we got to get a fair one I smash fleets, my niggas live the street life Stay out past the street lights, pack heats to smash mic's Slash these last nights, the Black Knights... [Chorus: Doc Doom] Yo, we hold heat for these urban street wars, stuck in the ghettoes Where more souls get washed away than sea shells up on the sea shore So before, you step to your door, you best look both ways 'Cause gun play could leave your physical faster than sun rays [Verse 3: Holocaust] You've now entered a parallel realm, can't let your gun rest You might catch two or three slugs before the sun sets Went unslept, rudely awakened by rounds of shots Here there's death around the corner and Hell just down the block In the form of a small white rock, we fight cops Empty Glocks non-stop from Compton, L.A. to Watts Niggas drop in these tragic gun battles, live short lives Black Knights on a deadly horse ride straight out the North Side Of Long Beach, ain't shit sweet, we keep straps Scared to go home, the roaches so big they eat rats Streets packed... [Interlude: Doc Doom] These ghetto streets is packed, gotta keep yo' gat... yo... [Verse 4: Doc Doom] Up in L.A., where it's Kill or Be Killed, urban street Killing Fields Where weak niggas get caught and squealed for deals, babies be packing steel Actin' like they real as fuck, set you up to wet you up for minor bucks That's why when I'm rolling I keep my heater tucked It's real here, bitch niggas get smacked for showing fear here The Wild West renowned for busting straps, making all blocks clear Gunplay is what my niggas do from avenue to new Today I turned around, it seems like yo, I done lost a few Homies to this gang shit And I don't even know why all of my niggas get trapped up in the same shit Are we really the Lost Angels from Los Angeles The land of the rough, tough, low down and scandalous Or are we peaceful people that just live up in these medieval times? Which to survive we got to grind and keep nines This shit is fucked up, where I come from, these rough and gritty streets of Compton Got me on the verge to murder somethin' [Chorus: Doc Doom] Yo, we hold heat for these urban street wars, stuck in the ghettoes Where more souls get washed away than sea shells up on the sea shore So before, you step to your door, you best look both ways 'Cause gun play could leave your physical faster than sun rays Yo, we hold heat for these urban street wars, stuck in the ghettoes Where more souls get washed away than sea shells up on the sea shore So before, you step to your door, you best look both ways 'Cause gun play could leave your physical faster than sun rays [Outro: Doc Doom] This shit is real hot on these streets Get smacked up for showin' fear I'm tellin' you, it's real, nigga! You know? Knock up, guard ya grill, tight shit Doc Doom, Holocaust, the Rugged Monk, Crisis tha Sharpshooter Black Knights, deadly four horsemen The Fantastic Four at ya door Keep watchin' out, yaknowImean? (gunplay) Fuckin' like wild boars out in these ghetto streets Ghetto fleece catch heat from the gunplay Keep heat... yeah... niggas dyin' KnowImean? Tote your iron, tote your iron Gunshots firing, sirens, all that In the ghetto streets of L.A., that's where I come from (I know)