, punk niggas feel inferior Guns make us superior, cats start acting scarier Situations get hairier, yo You know who killing it, niggas saying they militant The only blood in the street
snipe you out here at the street fight Let the beat ride black market midnight Attack a stack of vamps like a pit fight So many bones get broken in the
runnin', beatin' the streets up Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumpin' At a table, breakin' bread like a family Florida, where we follow the code of the streets
, live, real rap's back again You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier radio The _Sonic Jihad_ continues Where you either with us, or you against us Dogs
in the ... let no berretta show I don't care yo, I did yo, push your wig back like the hair wash it, air yo Dog alley with the air for weird dogs no fist fights
) Yo, you over there Styles? Yeah dog (Anybody sleepin' on us) Second album nigga, two guns up nigga Real L.O.X., blaze "We Are the Streets" nigga, y'
mad slow and that's why I'll easily light it Me and the ghettos reunited, all the broads is excited Your ass looks stupid, tryna fight it You wanna
you I'd rather touch you 'Stead I'd rather bust at you Hey Joe, we gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga I'm a guerrilla on the streets but
dogs Getting a rep as a young hog It ain't nuttin' like the street life You betta be strapped wit yo shank 'cuz ain't no fist fight So I guess I gots
change Perhaps it's just a fantasy a life where we don't need no welfare Shit with our whole family maybe it's me that caused it the fighting And the
spitting (Live shows) We're fucking (Fine hoes) Somehow as (Time goes) How'd it all happen? (I don't know) (Violent J) I hate people I get into fights
) We're spitting (Live shows) We're fucking (Fine hoes) Somehow as (Time goes) How'd it all happen? (I don't know) I hate people I get into fights everyday
Yeah man, niggaz think it's all peaches and cream Shit's hard right now man, it's real shit Me and my road dogs man on this one We stay constantly dirty
the city with binoculars Piss out at choppers, defecate 80 thousand feet in the air I flip your small game, take your small urban territory Put the street
, yeah, C three, yeah New Orleans baby, a street called Eagle And everybody's ill, yeah, illegal People steal cars, we steal people We eat like dogs,
Show love, who could take paper the most So from the streets where the hustlin' brought us to life From the beef and all the scufflin' that thought us to fight
bullets wit dem extra clips I dips and dale wit my ree's strap up real tight I'm wit my dogs and we on bloody all night fight I'm full of the dope out
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide The buns drop dead and dogs go mad In packs on the West Side Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another