Lyrics

[Intro: Low G] Yeppa, yeppa, homeboys It's your nigga Low-G Puttin' it down for the nina nueve We givin' prop, but we did this quick So don't trip, if we forgot your clique [Verse 1: SPM] I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town Come around, fuck 'em down with my underground Puffin' pow-wow, clouds in my teepee But my hiena hollerin' "Release me" Primetime like shines on the high mimes Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind 25 times Another fool puttin' down the truth You can't fuck with the riddla on the roof Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her The wanderer, hillwood hustler Turn your back on your gal And I'll, uh, straight clown in my H-town Is you hoes really ready for the take-down? Break down, stay ground My niggas don't play 'round, pop-pop Make your whole clique catch the Greyhound [Chorus: SPM] Geto Boys, Master P, DJ Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep Ese Fools, Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy We put the streets on beats Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlers, Most Hated Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees We put the streets on beats [Verse 2: SPM] Stickin' move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to right Act a fool when I one-two check the mic Come trip with the pimp in the smoke-grey 'Lac I jump in this shit and there's no way back Creep the seven-seven Seville convertible My Cadillac got a three-foot verticle Jump in the front, bump in the trunk Weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience Got a dope house in seven locations Professional, but don't test my testicles On the pedestal, I'm colder than an Eskimo Gotta have it, causing panic with an automatic Believed in myself, no one else saw my magic Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild Put the street on beats, who trippin' now? [Chorus: SPM] Run DMC, KRS-One, Mass 187, Spice 1 Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G We put the streets on beats DJ Quik, Big Fifty Snipe, Criminal Rage 20-2-Life, N.W.A., Lil' Kim, Rasheed We put the streets on beats [Verse 3: SPM] I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national It's understandable, not to mention What I'm stressin' leave you second guessin' Dope sell itself, so my CD steady pressin' It can't see me, I flow so freely You motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed Jus' to pee-wee, son, you watchin' too much TV, I'm on CD See mo' pussycat than Tweety On the underground nation, layin' foundation The biggest problem that H-Town's facin' Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm 'Cause now I drop bombs on CD-Roms Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from Under confusion, run up on Houston And bow down to the styles I am usin' [Chorus: SPM] Trinity Garden, E.S.G., Street Military, Bam, Al-D K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany We put the streets on beats Wicked Cricket Troublemaker, A.C. Chill Biggie Smalls, Outkast, Cypress Hill Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho, W.C We put the streets on beats