Street Kings Lyrics - Untold Story - Game

Fuck it, yo, who the best MC on the west? 

By far it's me and in my car is a continental tea 

And my broad in that continental suite 

With the armadillo rollin' up dutches like that motherfuckers 

Beef with the kid, click clack, motherfuckers 

Let them bullets burn your six pack, motherfuckers 

Get jacked, motherfucker, when you come to Compton 

Get a mack, motherfucker, when you come to Compton 

I walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson 

A cross style Jada make a run threw Yonkers 

I got D-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop 

And nigga I like your watch, so roll over, you can die with the jury 

First nigga, take the stand to testify he gonna die with the jury 

And I might kidnap the judge or send a team 

To lean on the prosecutors so the DA budge 

I got niggas that'll ride for a grand 

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So handover my rock like Earl Manson 

You can die where you stand 

You got his back you can die with your man 

I'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down 

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line 

Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind 

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find 

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us 

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line 

Or G's on the squad all week on the grind 

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find 

Street kings in our prime, you want us then come and try us 

I'm a take it to the next, take it to a motherfuckin' neck 

Pull up on a nigga holdin' triggers and techs 

We droppin' square beads, you easy to read 

This is the end of the road for whole ass MC's 

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Smoke grass by the pound, glock holds 17 rounds 

And the flow'll knock any nigga down 

Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people 

Said them that I shitted on you nigga like I was a flock of seagulls 

Infrared beam like a traffic jam at night 

Handle any man in sight with his hands upon a mic 

Wanna light, I got the torch, California up north 

For any nigga puttin' flamed on a Porches and never drive on 

Bitch, you're gonna die on 

San Quinton for and five catch a live one 

Bust shots at the clouds, so we can shine some 

Get up off your ass and nigga and grind some 

You know this GL shit, we got G's on the line 

Or G's on the squad all week on the grind 

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find 

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us 

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line 

Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind 

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find 

Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds 

Flash fuckers on the tip of the gat 

You can put on flat but I'll kill that, I'll open you up like a mat 

Even if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man 

And these new school nigga talk like we heard of them plans 

Seventy-two times 36 millimeters in your mini van 

Gettin' off on you nigga and your mini-mans 

Only thing runnin' is blood nigga so we gettin' grand 

So we will bust your head, nigga, straight through your hand 

Or get off in yo ass nigga like Jackie Chan 

And when it's all said and done it's a one will stand 

Gunnin' this motorbike, feelin' this power man 

A 185 miles per hour, man, I stay co-relatin' with the Taliban 

I show up, show up, show up, show up 

Niggaz talk about money, they forgot the struggle 

Playas paint a perfect picture, they forgot the hustle 

Pieces of a puzzle, guzzlin' pints, watchin' the moonlight 

Turn to sunlight, street more gun fights, penitentiary kites 

Seen a man turn to mice than mice turn to man 

See my nigga take the stand turn my other mans hand 

Got me nauseous in my abdomen, got me servin' grams again 

Grams rapped in rubber bands, 22's on them rubbers bands 

Slow rollin, 'dro blowin', I'm gettin' rich you see my fro growin' 

Ho's knowin' I pimp them to the fullest, respect a gangsta 

You can shoot but I eat bullets, I shit missiles 

And my eyeballs look like crystals, my shits official 

It's more humaro Merofrista 

Yo, yo, it's Luke and everything I sit on fat 

Niggaz be like oh shit, how a nigga shit on that? 

You wanna see me shit on and grit on tracks 

Glock with the red paint, puttin' it on hat 

Talk about the real thing not the 760 

The reason that they took the fair team to get me 

You don't want it with my dogs, you got teeni guys 

I mean itsy bitsy little bitty weeni guys 

I done seen them guys bought as big as my gats 

And they ain't even got enough strength to squeeze on that 

You want real hard core shit I be's on that 

Cop the XLT you put threes on that, put cheese on hats 

When luchi seeks squeeze on gats we even leave these on flat 

G's messin' low they got g's on that and have 

How your momma outside screamin' "Please don't clap" 

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line 

Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind 

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find 

Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds 

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line 

Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind 

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find 

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us 

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line 

Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind 

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find 

Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds 

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line 

Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind 

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find 

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us