Kurupt
Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha
[Intro: Big Pimpin' Delemond]
The streets–have their own way of telling a story
Sometimes it's laced with a lie
But all that applies to a gangster's game
And I put that on everythang
Whatever works the best, is where the streets are coming from
Infatuated with cars, houses...
Envy, greed and money are what the streets, are made of

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz
Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash
Double up the dough, double my money
Make it can boil and bubble, get a grip, ain't nothin funny
You can't survive, off no conversation wit' words
Betta get up off yo ass, n***a, go flip some birds
Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast
My first words are my last
I got a platoon – masked and armor suits
First infantry of riders on a global pursuit
Parachute and jump, held high on a stump
Wit' a pump, 'bout to dump, put a end to the hunt

[Hook: Kurupt]
Tha streetz iz a muthafucka
Dope game, rock game, cocaine...
Package the soul – Figaro
Ride and roll, pistols up as high as they go
Gotta let 'em know, the gang, muthafucka, fa sho
In and out doors, chrome, rollin' in '64
I ain't got time for none of you bitches – so fuck off, ho!
Ever heard of a gangsta? Well, you must have heard of us
The gangsta gang, full of jack artists and murderers!
[Verse 2: Daz]
Automatics rang out, you left dead, n***a, wit' yo brains out
Walk back to the porch, wit' some salt to wash the stains out
Murder's my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery
Wild as a safari, in a paid-for Ferrari
Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet
It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with TECs
N***a, we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant
Now when the 9 goes click, yo' ass wasn't shit
Get action war tactics, get at you, get the job done
One gun, ya hung – seven bullets in your lungs
Struggle with heron and I'll tear you apart
Through my veins and through my heart
That's when the drama will start
N***a, gimme what you got, let off some more shots!
Run through what you got, destroy yo' block
Gotti, Dillinger forever runs yo' spot
When the 9 goes pop, that's when your homeboys drop!

[Hook: Kurupt]
Tha streetz iz a muthafucka
Dope game, rock game, cocaine...
Package the soul – Figaro
Ride and roll, pistols up as high as they go
Gotta let 'em know, the gang, muthafucka, fa sho
In and out doors, chrome, rollin' in '64
I ain't got time for none of you bitches – so fuck off, ho!
Ever heard of a gangsta? Well, you must have heard of us
The gangsta gang, full of jack artists and murderers!
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
I seen it befo', .44's explode
N***as fall on the flo', the hardest n***a on the flo'
The hoes late, do what the fuck ever a n***a say
It's like this, every day, on the streets of L.A
Got a lumberjack, the size of a tank
I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank
Ever heard of a gangsta? Well, you must've heard of us
The gangsta gang, muthafucka, its on, dawn to dusk

[Bridge: Blaqthoven]
When n***as wonder why we do this, it ain't really nothin' to us
Plus you ain't nothin' to us – you can't do nothin' to us, noooo

[Verse 4: Daz]
I represented and presented the bloodbath
Feel the wrath, we get what you had – you get stabbed
We grab for the opportunities that'll soon to be a chance
At the eulogy, I knew you'd be dead, while in prison
Making critical decisions
To the brain to his neck, goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches

[Hook: Kurupt]
Tha streetz iz a muthafucka
Dope game, rock game, cocaine...
Package the soul – Figaro
Ride and roll, pistols up as high as they go
Gotta let 'em know, the gang, muthafucka, fa sho
In and out doors, chrome, rollin' in '64
I ain't got time for none of you bitches – so fuck off, ho!
Ever heard of a gangsta? Well, you must have heard of us
The gangsta gang, full of jack artists and murderers!
Tha streetz is a muthafucka...

[Outro: child's voice]
Shut the fuck up! N***a!