What's up?
These unmarked ass niggas
think I won't kill them
I thought you motherfuckers knew
But I guess y 'all don't so long
That nigga 007 gone all spit that shit
I hope y 'all ready for this shit
My nigga double
O -7 finna spit that
Ray -D -T shit
Live and direct
Can your trunk handle this shit, nigga?
If you can't stand the heat then
get your ass off the street
Niggas in my hood play for keep
And when I die,
I'ma try to be high
Blowin' smoke till we run,
reach the sky, set
I'm totally textin' my duffel bag
And on some weed and
some motherfuckin' zig -zags
Ready for the murder, killer instincts
My vision got precision,
it flicked in my in cision
A fucked up decision was made,
should've packed a 12 gauge when you stepped up
Now your whole hood gettin' swept up
You fuckin' with a real
motherfucker with a .45 cock
You been ass -slowin',
rockin' a 6 -4
Creepin', rollin' like the miles
Niggas throwin' circles as
I'm cruisin' down lines
Watchin' killers in my hood, mob daily
Down with the streets,
cause the streets is what made me
Paid me, gave me the game
Motherfuck the fame, bitch,
I want a bankroll
Fool motherfuckin' name,
got to get a grip in 95
Packin' heat till I survive
on the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keep
If you can't stand the heat, then
get your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keep
And when I die,
I'ma try to be high
Blowin' smoke till we
both reach the sky
Check it, if you can't stand the heat,
then get your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for the key
And when I die,
I'ma try to be high,
blowin' smoke till we both reach the sky
Check it, steady be mobbin',
cock days, deuce in the regal
Feel the blast of the death of
Eagle, nigga
Where y 'all get at? I'm smokin' fat,
tax a reefer
Excellent pastries, sleeper
Talkin' to y you runnin'
from your adversaries
Ain't gonna get you nowhere,
but in the cemetery line
on your back in a
Marlboro -grade coffin
Bet you didn't know
I get my blast so often
007, fix war material
Plus my .45, eat his ass like cereal
You fuckin' with some real
G's now
Not them same marsh that
you used to beat down
Way back in the days, I'd rather die like a
G
Than live like a mark -ass,
booty -poop -buster -ass new -boot
Niggas, you can't fuck with my
niggas on the streets
Niggas in my hood play some
Keith
If you can't stand the heat,
then get your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keep
And when I die,
I'ma try to be high
Blowin' smoke till we both
reach the sky, check
If you can't stand the heat,
then get your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keep
And when I die,
I'ma try to be high
Blowin' smoke till we both reach the sky,
check
Puffin' on the blunt full of skunk
Thinkin' bout my ends as I sip up on some
Hen
Tryna get a grip,
but every time I look around
My niggas want a trip,
tryna put me six feet underground
As I'm all through my motherfuckin' hood,
suckin' up my set cause you know it's all good
007 was the name that I was givin'
out to disrespect my hood
Bitch, you must don't like livin',
kickin' it on the corner with my niggas
Was a shit -packin' 86,
bustin' caps at trips and to hit a lick
Somethin' that we all wanted to do
until 1992 when we did it
Came up on three birds and we split it,
nigga
Take a shit in the heat and get
your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for a keep
And when I die,
I'ma try to be high
No more smoke till we
both reach the sky
Check
5th Ward Boyz 
