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[CHORUS: Kuniva]
Now when you reppin' in these streets say it..
and If you' handlin' your beef say it..
You got your hood on lock say...
If its crime on your block say...

[VERSE 1: Proof]
I put men on canvas
Have they ass' off the street Cancerous
We call that the "Hammer Dancers"
Thats the 3-5-7 now the Feds want us
'cause we lead dump and head-hunters
Borough of every hood, In this crime life...
My name painted on the block or this limelight
A G aint' nuthin' but a letter, you can hang man
and these gang-wars, thoughout the gang-lands
Got no problem for hurtin' the Church
My model was murkin' 'em first,
when they said they servin they're turf
With no sea-food, make 'em see-through
I'm into slappin' niggaz, next nigga...

[VERSE 2: Swifty]
....Me Too
My eliminations way too hasty, they don't chase me,
I send more red dot's than pastries,
When the medal is sworn, label me the desolate one,
It aint no settlin' beef, im destined to come...
To any hood, it aint no justice, you wishin' it was...
This crime life got me stealin' your goods
I'm a mental patient, on my way to the central station,
ain't no wasting time... and i sure i facing time
Breaker-1-9, the cops be swarming
on they walkie talkies, tryin' to block me with a warnin'
I'ma dissapear like Spawn, and be gone
to the other side of the country, by the morning...

[CHORUS: Kuniva]
Now when you reppin' in these streets say it..
and If you' handlin' your beef say it..
You got your hood on lock say...
If its crime on your block say...

[VERSE 3: Kon Artis]
Cold nights in the pen turn your heart cold,
Cold pinches we sleep on keep a black strong
My brother told me "lil' homie dont get this wrong...
If i get locked make sure you keep the dough flowin
The spots owein', no slowin', get your grind on"
I said for sure, and now you know i got the hood slowed,
"My lil' bro keep up the front like he the one that owe"
by the time they figure out i'll be dead and gone

[Verse 4: Kuniva]
Now be careful when you see them homies hop out that ride
You can catch a body shot and knock your ribs out your side
And the cops are hesitant to come through these parts here,
We head-hunters, so it's evident that we spark fear,
Takin' notes, but always give it to a person in need,
Of a serious chin-checkin' that occurin the deed,
to get our point across, clearly aint no miss-understanding,
now there's nothing you can do to keep these missles from landin'
When the hooligans come out you should be runnin' for cover
By the time you recoved from the hit, then here comes anotha
And you know our presence is felt, like Christmas eve
Make an example out of you, for her and his to see...

[VERSE 5: Bizarre]
Jumped in your car window, you and your boys get out
AK... Tech Nine... Shots rang out...
It's christmas time, my kid needs some toys,
Thats why i'm in the Mini-van, with two of my boys
The King, Nigga i'm a don....
Detroit...Where niggaz snatch cartneys and alcazon...
I'm drunk as fuck, go on lock me out
...and when i wake up, i'll be at your house chokin' you out.
I'm so fucking, out of my mind
I'm moving the east swines with 2 and a half lines
Street wars, my niggaz ready to fight
Guns, pipes, we ready tonight!

[CHORUS: Kuniva]
Now when you reppin' in these streets say it..
and If you' handlin' your beef say it..
You got your hood on lock say...
If its crime on your block say...

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