Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Pimpin' Delemond] The streets–have their own way of telling a story Sometimes it's laced with a lie But all that applies to a gangster's game And I put that on everythang Whatever works the best, is where the streets are coming from Infatuated with cars, houses... Envy, greed and money are what the streets, are made of [Verse 1: Kurupt] Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money Make it can boil and bubble, get a grip, ain't nothin funny You can't survive, off no conversation wit' words Betta get up off yo ass, nigga, go flip some birds Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast My first words are my last I got a platoon – masked and armor suits First infantry of riders on a global pursuit Parachute and jump, held high on a stump Wit' a pump, 'bout to dump, put a end to the hunt [Hook: Kurupt] Tha streetz iz a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine... Package the soul – Figaro Ride and roll, pistols up as high as they go Gotta let 'em know, the gang, muthafucka, fa sho In and out doors, chrome, rollin' in '64 I ain't got time for none of you bitches – so fuck off, ho! Ever heard of a gangsta? Well, you must have heard of us The gangsta gang, full of jack artists and murderers! [Verse 2: Daz] Automatics rang out, you left dead, nigga, wit' yo brains out Walk back to the porch, wit' some salt to wash the stains out Murder's my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery Wild as a safari, in a paid-for Ferrari Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with TECs Nigga, we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant Now when the 9 goes click, yo' ass wasn't shit Get action war tactics, get at you, get the job done One gun, ya hung – seven bullets in your lungs Struggle with heron and I'll tear you apart Through my veins and through my heart That's when the drama will start Nigga, gimme what you got, let off some more shots! Run through what you got, destroy yo' block Gotti, Dillinger forever runs yo' spot When the 9 goes pop, that's when your homeboys drop! [Hook: Kurupt] Tha streetz iz a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine... Package the soul – Figaro Ride and roll, pistols up as high as they go Gotta let 'em know, the gang, muthafucka, fa sho In and out doors, chrome, rollin' in '64 I ain't got time for none of you bitches – so fuck off, ho! Ever heard of a gangsta? Well, you must have heard of us The gangsta gang, full of jack artists and murderers! [Verse 3: Kurupt] I seen it befo', .44's explode Niggas fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo' The hoes late, do what the fuck ever a nigga say It's like this, every day, on the streets of L.A Got a lumberjack, the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Ever heard of a gangsta? Well, you must've heard of us The gangsta gang, muthafucka, its on, dawn to dusk [Bridge: Blaqthoven] When niggas wonder why we do this, it ain't really nothin' to us Plus you ain't nothin' to us – you can't do nothin' to us, noooo [Verse 4: Daz] I represented and presented the bloodbath Feel the wrath, we get what you had – you get stabbed We grab for the opportunities that'll soon to be a chance At the eulogy, I knew you'd be dead, while in prison Making critical decisions To the brain to his neck, goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches [Hook: Kurupt] Tha streetz iz a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine... Package the soul – Figaro Ride and roll, pistols up as high as they go Gotta let 'em know, the gang, muthafucka, fa sho In and out doors, chrome, rollin' in '64 I ain't got time for none of you bitches – so fuck off, ho! Ever heard of a gangsta? Well, you must have heard of us The gangsta gang, full of jack artists and murderers! Tha streetz is a muthafucka... [Outro: child's voice] Shut the fuck up! Nigga!