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Yeah Anybody got a problem with the king of the streets Tell em bring it to the hood I ain't never left I still got the same weave and bob game posted up I'm in the ghetto like Joseph Wayne I'm in the gutter like cooked up caine I'm from the block where they take they claim And for the N.I. the name they throws it up Draped in all black fresh out of Johnny And the shit that I'm on got em callin me a rock star Yeah I gotta a lot of heavy metal sittin under my seat Low key runnin in the late night Where they wanna see ya dead 'fore they see the daylight One wrong move will get ya whole body covered up in a sheet I'm 100% real nothin here fake I done been in everything it ain't nothin here break In the zone everybody better try to get up outta my way I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-A Asshole by nature Truth with on this Trae A H-Town hood type version of N.W.A Motherfucker "Who in the hell left the gate open?" That's what they gon be screamin When I come around the corner with the trigga held back Make a motherfucker do a full Gang the way he standin at That's where he landin at I'm a motherfucker ain't I Plus I'm a son of a gun I'm one of the ones everybody don't bother Cause when it get gangsta man I get to doin gangsta thangs Go to sleep and wake up in my whip And my enemies must be deleted I'm harder than the concrete Screwed up click for life Disrespect and we gon shoot up shit tonight I'm a mad man killa Shoot a motherfucker then go put him in the river Sometimes I feel like my hands were given to me To slap all the taste buds out ya mouth And uh I roll up and down south Post Oak and Martin Luther King Boulevard Over the ship channel To Palmdale to down 12th bank 1St 2nd 3rd 4th with ward I'm young but I'm old school like corduroy Then when I get pissed I make the whole city take a time out Z-Ro ain't baby face My music'll break ya face Supposed to be down with me But you stole from me The regular but still I came up with my money Baby mama talkin bout filin child support Aight bitch see yo ass in court Everybody wanna see me flop If I fall off they smile If I come up they can't stand it They been tryin to get a nigga for 11 years But I'm a soldier still standin God damn it If you gotta tell somebody you runnin shit You really ain't runnin shit Cause if you were runnin shit My nigga you would be runnin shit Not bumpin ya gums and shit Motherfucker Bitch Understand that I ain't to be fucked with I'm legendary in the bottom of the south And I got about a thousand goons I might send yo route And it is what it is with me I'm on that duct tape Wrap ya shit And out the gate I'll slap ya shit And send the niggas in the click in ya home I can make a hoe drop today Empty the clip non stop today And that's courtesy of the new gun that I copped today And then I'm gone