Streets on Beats

Yepa, yepa homeboy

It's your **** Low-G

Putting it down for the Nina nueve

We're giving props, but we did this quick

So don't trip if we forgot your clique

I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town

Come around, fuck 'em down with my underground

Puffing pow wow clouds in my teepee

But my hyna hollering, "Release me"

Prime time like shines on the high mines

Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times

Another fool putting down the truth

You can't fuck with the riddler on the roof

Mister Go-getter, kick the more better

If she want to go, fuck the ho, let her

The wanderer, Hillwood hustler

Turn your back on your gal and I'll, uh, straight clown in my H-town

Is you hoes really ready for the take down?

Break down, stay ground, my **** don't play round, pop pop

Make your whole clique catch the Greyhound

Geto Boys, Master P, DJ Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep

Ese Fools, Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy

We put the streets on beats

Makeveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlers, Most Hated

Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees

We put the streets on beats

Stick and move, hitting licks, sweep 'em left to right

Act a fool when I one-two, check the mic

Come trip with the pimp in the smoke gray 'Lac

I jump in this shit and there's no way back

Creep the '77 Seville convertible

My Cadillac got a three foot vertical jump in the front

Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt

I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience

Got a dope house in seven locations

Professional, but don't test my testicles

On the pedestal, I'm colder than an eskimo

Gotta have it, causing panic with an automatic

Believed in myself when no one else saw my magic

Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild

Put the streets on beats, who tripping now?

Run DMC, KRS-One, Mass 187, Spice 1

Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G

We put the streets on beats

DJ Quik, Big Fifty Snipe, Criminal Rage

20-2 Life, NWA, Lil' Kim, Rasheed

We put the streets on beats

I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowing up national

It's understandable, not to mention what I'm stressing leave you second guessing

Dope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressing

You can't see me, I flow so freely

You motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed

Just to pee wee, son, you watching too much TV, I'm on CD

See more pussy cat than Tweety

On the underground nation, laying foundation

The biggest problem that H-Town's facing

Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm

'Cause now, I drop bombs on CD-Roms

Your raps get pimp-slapped, you kicking bubblegum

Only real **** know where I'm coming from, under confusion

Run up on Houston and bow down to the styles I am using

Trinity Garden, ESG, Street Military, Bam, Al-D

K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany

We put the streets on beats

Wicked Cricket Troublemaker, AC Chill

Biggie Smalls, Outkast, Cypress Hill

Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho WC

We put the streets on beats