City Streets

Yeah
 Spice muthafuckin' One
 Coolin' in Cali
 Kickin' that gangsta shit
 You get with it?
 Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, then
 Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften
 Hollow like a head without no brains inside
 And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your eyes
 Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPD
 That's when I knew that they were after S-p-i-c-e
 Turned up my music and dashed, goin 90, I mashed
 Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge blast
 He was all on my ass, I had to think real fast
 Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash
 Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul
 Had his car and his face wrapped around a pole
 With my vogues still smokin' hit 580 to Oakland
 Still upset with the police because my window was broken
 But my beat was still bumpin' and my amp was still pumpin'
 And my nine was in my lap if any funk was jumpin'
 Got the 20th and Nice as I kicked my tune
 Hooked a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy June
 Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh
 Had my Nikey sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrow
 I told him what had happened and he already knew
 He said, "you got a little funky with a fake-ass crew
 The bass went boom and your gun went bang
 And all you could see was flames"
 At that very moment Coke and Ray started laughin'
 And slapped each other's hands and said, "it's all about blastin'"
 In the city streets
 City streets
 Kickin' it at the park shootin' craps with some homies
 My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me
 So since my point is 4, I left a Little Joe
 I'm kissin' on the dice and I'm pimpin' 'em like my hoe
 So then I roll again, I'm fuckin with Big Ben
 Now I ain't fade jack because I'm knockin with that ten
 I picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo'
 What came out the do'? Whaddaya know, I hit that 4
 Fuckin' with the dank I'm hearin' Marvin Gaye's oldies
 Fadin' another 20, took a sip of my 40
 There go my homie G-Nut with the gin and the juice
 My nigga's always fuckin' with that 187 proof
 I took a big-ass gulp and feelin' quite tipsy
 Knowin' I'm like this these niggas try to cheat me
 Huh, they can't get with me, I put 'em in his place
 Then G-Nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face
 I thought it was quite funny, and I began to smirk
 The fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin' in the dirt
 So I picked up my mail, and I'm about to go
 'Cause I'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo'
 Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like that
 And said, "this is a jack, gimme all my fuckin' money back"
 I act like I was scared, gave his money back fast
 And when he tried to leave, I busted a cap up in his ass
 These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
 'Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
 The city streets
 A few weeks back I robbed a nigga for a ki
 Kickin' it on the block, slingin' d to o-p-e
 Yo, runnin' from the five-o, you think this shit is funny
 By any means necessary I must make my money
 If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
 And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
 In this world of madness muthafuckas die
 Niggas sling and bang, and bitches always lie
 So I choose to be murderous and chop up niggas' bodies
 And set like an example, a villain like John Gotti
 The muthafuckin' gangsta S-p-i-c-e
 They ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be?
 Bitch, I said don't call me, I'm busy clockin' g's
 I thought it was the fuzz, but some niggas told me "freeze!"
 The barrel was my back, it's a muthafuckin' jack
 I knew I shoulda packed, I ain't goin' out like that
 These niggas caught me slippin', and fuck a yellow sack
 Niggas must be trippin' 'cause they Daytons touch my back
 I hopped out of my shit and told him go ahead
 And when he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his head
 With blood all over his face is how the homie fled
 I dragged him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead
 These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
 'Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
 The city streets
 Aight, Banks
 Let's pack the shit up, mayn