Street Veteran Part 2

Lyrics

[sample from Dusk Till Dawn] Rule number 1 - no noise, no questions. If you make a noise, Mr. 44 makes a noise If you ask a question, Mr. 44 answers it Rule number 2 - you do what we say when we say it If you don't, see rule number 1 Rule number 3, don't you ever try and fucking run on us! 'Cause I got 6 little friends, and they can all run faster than you can [Mr. Hyde] Hey, yo, I let the automatic spit to show you I ain't havin' it And use the icepick, kid, to stab is always adequate You never should've stoked the blade that tore your throat They left you leakin' liquid like a bitch whose water broke Put a pillow on your face, kid, and drown out your screams Count the widows I made, kid, it's around in the teens I got an ounce of the haze, a 4 pounder to blaze Anxious to kill you like a convict countin' his days Against the 4/5th your vest got no clout Put a hole in you so big intestines fall out Public Enemy 1, I'm always ready to thump And if you askin' for a bullet I got plenty to dump I hold a sixteen shooter and it bust like a tank I chill with psychos that can turn a toothbrush to a shank The grimy type then a rope that still could light up the smoke Whose idea of a fair one is a knife in your throat See we can kill you with raps or we could kill you with gats I got a baby 9 Taurus painted silver and black Son, we will fill you with caps just like your dentist do teeth Yo, it's as simple as that we'll leave you dead in the street [Necro] Street veterans, you better watch your fuckin' step We'll beat you to death, Hyde and ILL BILL rep Street veterans, gangsters, criminals Drug dealers that'll stab you up in different intervals Street veterans, OG's that done did it Don't ever try to bring it, you bitch, you must be kiddin' Street veterans, ILL BILL and Hyde rip it You're a cock if you start shit it's real shit, legitimate! [ILL BILL] I know the world's over, but I'ma get mines while I'm here They already threw the microchip up in my ear I seen enough people eatin' gettin' paper over my ideas And I'mma murder everybody if they sign my year I came to collect, blood, sweat, pain and respect Diamonds connectin' my name on the chain on my neck They're probably starin' off built a foundation beneath it Got 100,000 gooned out creeps that speak it Cause hysteria like pissed Cripes with trick dice Get your ear ripped off, like an East New York pit fight I spits like poverty, my shit's dirty and grimy like robbery I make you buy guns, I help the economy It's drugs where I come from, thugs where I come from We stab you with syringes and kidnap you where I'm from, son! We foul like that, forever to war Hated by most, loved by few, respected by all! [Necro] Street veterans, you better watch your fuckin' step We'll beat you to death, Hyde and ILL BILL rep Street veterans, gangsters, criminals Drug dealers that'll stab you up in different intervals Street veterans, OG's that done did it Don't ever try to bring it, you bitch, you must be kiddin' Street veterans, ILL BILL and Hyde rip it You're a cock if you start shit it's real shit, legitimate!