Mr Hyde, Necro, ILL BILL - Street Veteran Part 2 lyrics

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

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
The tore your throat
They left you leakin' liquid like
A bitch who's 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

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!

I know the world's over
But I'm a get mines while I'm here
They aleady 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 spit's 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!

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!