Artist: Kurupt f/ Daz (Tha Dogg POund) Album: Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha Song: Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha Typed by: wyney@hotmail.com, Brendan Maguire [Intro] The streets, have their own way of telling a story Sometimes it's like "Who's alive?" But all that applies, to a gangster's game And I put that on everythang Whatever works the best, is where the streets are coming from Infatuated with cars, houses envy, greed and money are what the streets, are made of [Kurupt] Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money Make it boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nuttin funny You can't survive, off no conversation wit words Betta get up off yo' ass nigga, go flip some birds Hand me my cash - nobody moves and nobody get blast My first words are my last I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits First infantry of riders on a global pursuit Parachute and jump, held high on a stump with a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt [Chorus] The streets is a motherfucker Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Ride and roll, pistols up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off hoe Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us The Gangsta gang, full of jack artists and murderers [Daz] Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out Murder's my hobby, kidnappin, jackin and robbery Wild as a safari, in a paid for Ferrari Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thang when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant Now when the nine goes click, yo' ass wasn't shit Get at you, war tactics, get at you, get the job done One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs Struggle with heron and I'll tear you apart Through my veins and through my heart That's when the drama will start Nigga gimme what you got, let off some mo' shots Run through what you got, destroy yo block Gotti, Dillinger, forever runs your spot When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop [Chorus] [Kurupt] I seen it befo', 44's explode Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo' The hoes lay, do what the fuck ever a nigga say It's like this, e'ryday on the streets of L.A Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer, the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us The Gangster gang muh'fucker, its on dawn to dust Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo) [Daz] I represented and presented the bloodbath Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, while in prison Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck Goes 27 inches for tellin' and snitchin' [Chorus] [Child's voice] Shut the fuck up, nigga (nigga)