Street Degrees

[Intro: sample from "Gladiator"] The Gods favor you, red is the God's color You will need their help today... [Chorus 2X: G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] This is killa shit, acid spit Turn the heat up, let 'em bake Fake miscellaneous, birth spontaneous Put it work, Mediterranean, the Capo Regime Street Degrees; Shaolin to Queens [Solomon Childs] Business as usual, never sloppy, murder motherfuckers, casual Gun game, target aim, beauti'fal, team that's suited about Niggas that don't bull, but pull and kill, big money, but I'm hard to kill I'm equipped with more than skills, Staten Island Land of the murder hills, and dead end blocks Rosco and the cocaine dealers, got the same Glocks I'm dedicated to the blocks, dedicated to them pushing the rocks Pushing dead bodies off the peers, I ain't Usher, I don't wanna 'burn' Push ya silly ass down the stairs, advice, hennessy and purple haze Clear your fears and have you growing chest hairs, nigga [Chorus 2X] [Solomon Childs] You know it's songs like this, that give killas like this High temperature, just wanna see the foam coming outta cowards mouth Big up to them gangstas, wildin' in the dirty south Fuck game playing, I want world power, throw in the towel, boom, like gun powder You heard the Jada, cocaine scales that'll weigh the whales Felonies, outside and inside of jails VSOP, Newports, we starving, nigga we starting Like gasoline fires, game over, quiet, now retire Two attempts, beat one prior, and ain't nobody gonna get the 'best of me' Homey, like I was Mya, flip a beat like Hezekiah This is real liver, straight fire, baby, baby