go a London, saw dat, kids down the street Paparazzi, all dat, hey, hey, what can I say? Day day da-day day day day Coming through the club all the girls in the back
reminiscing on them good times I'm turning off a real live drive and that's right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's ride Back in the day Potts
there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down 8th Street
, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandala's, motherfuckers Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
ya yeah I see them boys watching, tell them niggas take a picture just roll the ball til them folks come get ya but you gotta do it big so when you gone the streets
I do it, I do it for yo hood And every time I do it, I do it for they hood It's understood, I do it for the hood The streets love Jeezy and I love 'em back
for war (They want me back in) Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Niggas want me back in)
's upper class Joined the police, got himself a badge Now he rolls the streets And he's out to jack Doggin' young brothers 'Cause they usually don't fight back
back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player
been through Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts The representative, GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion Yo, I be splashin' Street
Gotti nigga is real (Dirty South) Gangsta Rap got mass appeal Little white boys in the 'burbs got heat A ghetto is a ghetto, and a street is strict !
been through Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts The representative - GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion Yo I be splashin' Street
mind Not allown' me to stop the rhyme Until the whole motherfuckin' book's complete Then I write on the back of the sheets I made promise to my brothers in street
with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds like them so I sat back thought up
Catch all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight [Chorus: Ice-T] There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
my only gig, I'm still connected With the boys that can flip a thou to a ticket Wicked My stature when you're in my rapture Meet me on the street?
Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life Gunshot wound to the head Street violence is at an all-time high No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes