Street Shit

[Hook] Stay your ass in your yard if you ain't with this street shit You vegetarians don't want this beef shit, nah! So keep my name out your mouth These hundred round drums 'a make a frame out your house [Verse 1] I got 99 problems so I pack a hundred rounds If you don't know me by know, then you know where to be found Prolly face down in the ditch Head quarters for a bitch One two minute from your limbs So I had to shut that shit, fuck that shit! No remorse, fuck the law, fuck the court They won't find you, they won't miss you They won't recognize your corpse And if a nigga mention my name on first 48 He gon' wish the police would have burned this tape [Hook x2] [Verse 2] All my guys paid off It ain't no lay off, no day off These niggas damn fools, they bring mayhem and chaos You furr for your life, you should pack up and take off But you ain't gon' see us coming with them big guns Bitches gossip and niggas gossip like bitches Wanna find out what I got, what I'm spending My money long, some rappers be pretending If you ain't build for this street shit - don't get in [Hook x2]