Streets on Beats

Yeppa, yeppa, homeboys

It's your nigga Low-G

Puttin' it down for the nina nueve

We givin' prop, but we did this quick

So don't trip, if we forgot your clique

I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town

Come around, fuck 'em down with my underground

Puffin' pow-wow, clouds in my teepee

But my hiena hollerin' "Release me"

Primetime like shines on the high mimes

Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind 25 times

Another fool puttin' down the truth

You can't fuck with the riddla on the roof

Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better

If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her

The wanderer, hillwood hustler

Turn your back on your gal, and I'll, uh, straight clown in my H-town

Is you hoes really ready for the take-down?

Break down, stay ground

My niggas don't play 'round, pop-pop

Make your whole clique catch the Greyhound

Geto Boys, Master P, DJ Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep

Ese Fools, Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy

We put the streets on beats

Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlers, Most Hated

Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees

We put the streets on beats

Stickin' move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to right

Act a fool when I one-two check the mic

Come trip with the pimp in the smoke-grey 'Llac

I jump in this shit and there's no way back

Creep the seven-seven Seville convertible

My Cadillac got a three-foot verticle

Jump in the front, bump in the trunk

Weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt

I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience

Got a dope house in seven locations

Professional, but don't test my testicles

On the pedestal, I'm colder than an Eskimo

Gotta have it, causing panic with an automatic

Believed in myself, no one else saw my magic

Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild

Put the street on beats, who trippin' now?

Run DMC, KRS-One, Mass 187, Spice 1

Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G

We put the streets on beats

DJ Quik, Big Fifty Snipe, Criminal Rage

20-2-Life, N.W.A., Lil' Kim, Rasheed

We put the streets on beats

I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national

It's understandable, not to mention

What I'm stressin' leave you second guessin'

Dope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressin'

It can't see me, I flow so freely

You motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed

Jus' to pee-wee, son, you watchin' too much TV, I'm on CD

See mo' pussycat than Tweety

On the underground nation, layin' foundation

The biggest problem that H-Town's facin'

Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm

'Cause now I drop bombs on CD-Roms

Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum

Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from

Under confusion, run up on Houston

And bow down to the styles I am usin'

Trinity Garden, E.S.G., Street Military, Bam, Al-D

K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany

We put the streets on beats

Wicked Cricket Troublemaker, A.C. Chill

Biggie Smalls, Outkast, Cypress Hill

Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho, W.C

We put the streets on beats