Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, will.i.am, The Game - Streets lyrics

Know why I sound so raw cause I'm down by law
Try to play me cause I'm rappin
I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets
Make him take clothes off
Leave you dead butt naked
Man you fuckin with a boss
Cross paths with me, I'm in
The hood, all in Watts, in the Bronx
In Decatur, all around the devil block
Trouble knocks i'm ready for 'em
Niggas they know I'm ready for them
I'm a artist
I'm a deadly poet so I'm heated heavy for it
Why you lookin for me nigga
With yo' lookin ass meet me in the club
All my niggas get to whoopin ass
Then a nigga sue me, sue me
Nigga 'posed to be thug
Nigga 'posed to be streets
Pull yo' skirt down nigga cause


We smellin yo' pussy
The whole bottom line is you
Can't fuck with me
William the ghetto "You can find it all"
William the ghetto " in the street"
Cause I'm a thug by nature, "Thug By Nature"

If you lookin, fo' me, I'll be, rollin
You could find me in the streets
You, you could find me in the streets
If you lookin, fo' me, I'll be, rollinnnn
You could find me in the streets
You, you could find me in the streets
If you lookin!

It's the black rag assassin, 44 mag blastin
Black ski mask throwin shots
Out a Dodge Magnum gangbang forever
Put the barrel on the head of the devil
With homicidal intentions, I reign terror
On any clique or squad
You niggas bitch you fraud
I'm a tickin time-bomb that'll finish the job
Lyrical damager
One-two punch crush you amateurs
Box and watch me execute like Cockton
My flow pipin hot scorchin
Proceed with caution
Murder any MC or soul that's lost
When I'm ridin with them Bone Thugs
Black Glocks and chrome slugs parked on
The block with the nose up
Get ready for the Face off, Nicolas Cage
Ain't got shit on a nigga
With a fuckin grenade one man army
Only two things in the world could calm me
Wet pussy and that bomb ass chronic
I'll never back down, never back down
Never back down now that the
Bone Thugs back blaow

Now we the niggas in the
Black Dickies and steel-toe boots
Stompin' that nigga that got a pistol
And he still won't shoot cause he a ho
Like half of these niggas is
Rappin I'mma let you know
These niggas is actin and puttin
On a fashion show
We done checked these niggas
Met these niggas
Man I don't respect these niggas
I'm a real motherfuckin T-H-U-G original
Hate to be a critic but yo'
Shit I ain't feelin though
You niggas is elementary, I got history
Lyrically you can't see me
Physically I'll bring you misery
Seriously, you niggas ain't been hearin
Me - but listen to these other niggas hit's
You hear my twist, they do my shit
But it's all good cause we keep it all hood
And when we see niggas we roll
Dawg like a hog should
Just let me put the motherfuckin
Money on the wood
Bitch niggas would be Bone if they could
But I'mma shut 'em down, I'mma shut 'em down
I'mma shut 'em down
Bone niggas known not to fuck around

I got my hand on my balls
Grippin Nina Ross, hood star
Shit could be my boulevard
You know I'm in the streets
I ain't hard to reach
On some cool shit or some beef
Shit nigga I'm in the streets
This ain't my only occupation, hittin avenues
Chasin paper always
(always) and I know how to get it
In pissy hallways (hallways) in a raw way
You could get it how you live
Nigga step the wrong way
I let it bang b bang bang
I'm the streets for real
And I love it but you know how
The gameplay got me ready to kill
Somebody, but it's all good
With these shows in my streets
Nigga all good
Gotta keep stackin my paper like
It's all I know these niggas is playin
I gotta get it lock and load
Winter through summer
Summer back through the winter
We hustlin dawg, hustlin hustlin hustlin
Give it all ya got, give it all ya got
Hustlin niggas that's talkin about we ain't
Out - WATCH yo' mouth!