From Tha Streetz

Yo, this one goin' out to errybody in every ghetto

Turn it up and just so we accusin', make sure it's bumpin'

This is for the gangbang addicts, the low ride pro's

Triple OG's with the hot six fo's

Go fast ballers, bangin' six gears

Three time felons with the tattooed tears

For all the homies out there that cook it up good

Distributin' so up they project a neighborhood

Whether it's Peruvian or Ghetto D

Won't you bust down a key and sell a ounce for me?

I'm from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin' propers

Real criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers

Puttin' down thousands 'til there ain't nothin left

'Cause real street ****, let 'em roll to the death

I like fly shit so I scramble for the pay

Rather hustle, homeboy, than gangbang anyday

Was down with the truce in 9-Deuce though I looted

It's the Y2K and I'm still khaki-suited, what you thought, ****?

From the streets, from the streets, from the streets

Tell 'em where I'm from

From the streets

I represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come

I'm like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toys

Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise

For haters that resent me, they jealous evidently

'Cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley

But **** like me, just stay to the grind

Pay you no mind and keep the safety off my .9

I ain't worried about you busters, we ain't scared to kill

I was beefin' before rap, I'm a street **** for real

So check my resumé and tell me what it say

I'm the same **** from the block known for pushing yay

I claim the turf and bang the hood from a B-G

Now I'm eight figures up, and when you see me, it's TV

Mack ain't getting caught up charged for murder one

When you got loot you don't do it, you just simply get it done

Now who wanna test and try to push around Mack?

Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh?

From the streets, from the streets, from the streets

Tell 'em where I'm from

From the streets

I represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come

From the streets, from the streets, from the streets

Tell 'em where I'm from

From the streets

I represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come

I'm back to that "OG gangsta for life" critic shit

That insane bangin' Inglewood city shit

If rap fail today I'm back to cuttin' chunks

Pushin' work through the hood from down south to the Bronx

**** trip if they want to and get cheap thrills

Only emcee with skills but not an MC with kills

And when the phone kick, I smash to let a **** know

And everybody say "Ho" if ya love Mack 1-0

Killers on my payroll's a chain of command

But my neighbors don't know (Huh), think I'm a family man

I know sometime they wonder when the 6-4 draggin'

Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin'

Every room in my house stay flooded with heat

Live in the hills but I still got tied to the street

Ain't shit 'bout me change worldwide, I'm respected

I'm hoo-bangin' now but I'm still well connected, you know?

From the streets, from the streets, from the streets

Tell 'em where I'm from

From the streets

I represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come

From the streets, from the streets, from the streets

Tell 'em where I'm from

From the streets

I represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come

From the streets, woo-ooh-ooh

From the streets