ON YA STREET

If its against the law
I dont really care anymore
Dressed in a puffa jacket
In front of your store
Breaking through the window
Fuck the front door
Stealin the shoes. of every kid i saw
Need a head start ill give you the count of four
U gonna ask for more? fuck givin u more
Been poppin since i walked out the mental hospital
You tryna escape from me. bitch thats imposssible
Fucking with the kids who think they know there shit
Now there duckin down low, gettin blown to bits
Overdose on the bullets, after a couple of hits
See thes dead bodies and think, thats a load of shit
Dont worry! ill burn the bodys to hide the evidence
Dont wawnna be caught by cops for an unfair sentence
Sayin a sentence that dont make no sence and
Ill be back for more, want proof? look out the door

Stiff like a maniquin
Really not havin it
Saw a gun, grabbin it
Glock 11, packin it
Need bullets, you lackin it
Got the crew panickin
Enough of the shinanigans

Im about to bring destruction to the foreign land
John wayne gacy back on the attack again
Scared like a buncha kangaroos jumpin the fence
Hit you in the vocals so hard youll start speakin french
I aint the one too fuck around with this aint pretend
You clowns fucking wanted this now you want it to end?
Im here with 2 glocks,a used condom and a benz truck
Bouta run you over without protection so good luck
Die mothafucker. goodbye sucker bye!
Usin my mag on you as a fuckin lulliby
My boy john here really gives some good advice
Ima put your ass in a hamburger, with some headlice
Bullets flyin everywhere. hit me i dont care
Ill make the war fair. get up against that wall there
You think your all smart. yall rushin me
I aint wallmart bitch. ill throw you in the ditch
Ive seen the feinds gettin blown out the scene
Lookin at my homie and askin whos he seein
He said "gonna kill some faggot thinkin he a champion"
"Gonna grab my machete. and beat his fucking head with it
And i said "dont do that! whats fun being dead"
We'll go over and just blow up his house instead"
By then. we'll sit back and hit em with the bars
Ill be sittin outside lookin at the stars

Stiff like a maniquin
Really not havin it
Saw a gun, grabbin it
Glock 11, packin it
Need bullets, you lackin it
Got the crew panickin
Enough of the shinanigans

I aint a scary man but yung fl aint no ordinary man
Bouta break you down slowly, be careful when you aproach me
I know youll try and go me, u gon pretend to be my homie
Thats why i strike out when the tinme is right
You aint gon hear the owl tonight
Outside my door tryna start a fucking fight
As usual. not liked enough to have a funeral
Id rather get cremated inside a fucking urinal
Smellin the piss from the smoke aint that beutiful
They' burn the fucking place down. the stupid fools
When yung fl walks in, your under his rules
Disobey them and ull be dropped worse then stool haha
Im walkin the street alone seein my homie dicker
Hes pissed cause he losed his pads, now forced wear to a sticker
Little fact about dicker. he can be a bit bitter
When he sees a disabled his dick gets bigger

Stiff like a maniquin
Really not havin it
Saw a gun, grabbin it
Glock 11, packin it
Need bullets, you lackin it
Got the crew panickin
Enough of the shinanigans