The Streets Songtext
von 5th Ward Boyz

If you can′t stand the heat, then get your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keeps
And when I die, I'ma try to be high
Blowin′ smoke 'til we both reach the sky, check


I'm totin′ TECs in my duffle bag
An ounce of weed and some motherfuckin′ zig-zags
Ready for the murder, killer instincts
My vision got precision, inflicting my incision
A fucked up decision was made
Shoulda packed a 12-gauge when you stepped up
Now your whole hood gettin' swept up (Blah!)
You fuckin′ with a real motherfucker
With a .45 cocked, you can ask Low and Rock
In a six-four, creepin', rollin′ like the miles
Niggas throwin' circles as I′m cruisin' down miles
Watchin' killers in my hood rock daily
Down with the streets ′cause the streets is what made me
Gave me, gave me the game, motherfuck the fame
Bitch, I wanna bankroll full, motherfuckin′ yasta, yasta
Grippin', rippin′ '95, packin′ heat so I survive on the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keeps

If you can't stand the heat, then get your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keeps
And when I die, I′ma try to be high
Blowin' smoke 'til 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 keeps
And when I die, I′ma try to be high
Blowin' smoke ′til we both reach the sky, check


Steadily be mobbin', cocked H2′s in the Regal
Feel the blast of the Desert Eagle
Where your gat at? I'm smokin′ fat sacks of reefer
Excellin' ten street sweepers
Duckin' and dodgin′, runnin′ from your adversaries
Ain't gonna get you nowhere but in a cemetery
Lied back in a marble grey coffin
Bet you didn′t know I gets my blast on often
00-7, 5Th Ward material
Watch my .45 eat his ass like cereal
You fuckin' with some real G′s now
Not them same marks that you used to beat down
Way back in the days, I'd rather die like a G
Than live like a mark-ass, rooty-poo, busta-rass, loo-boo
Nigga, you can′t fuck with my niggas on the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keeps
Rather die like a G
Than live like a mark-ass, rooty-poo, busta-rass, loo-boo
Nigga, you can't fuck with my niggas on the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keeps
Rather die like a G
Than live like a mark-ass, rooty-poo, busta-rass, loo-boo
Nigga, you can't fuck with my niggas on the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keeps

If you can′t stand the heat, then get your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keeps
And when I die, I′ma try to be high
Blowin' smoke ′til 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 keeps
And when I die, I′ma try to be high
Blowin' smoke ′til we both reach the sky, check

Puffin' on a 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, niggas wanna trip
Tryna put me six feet underground as
I mob through my motherfuckin' hood
Chuckin′ up my set 'cause you know it′s all good
007 Was the name that I was given
And to disrespect my hood, bitch, you must don't like livin′
Kickin' it on the corner with my niggas was the shit
Back in '86, bustin′ caps at tricks and to hit a lick
Was somethin′ that we all wanted to do
Until 1992 when we did it
Came up on three birds then we split it, nigga

If you can't stand the heat, then get your ass off the streets
Niggas in my hood play for keeps
And when I die, I′ma try to be high
Blowin' smoke ′til we both reach the sky, check