Streets On Beats

[Low-G]

Yeppa yeppa homeboys

It's your nigga Low-G

Puttin' it down for the nina nuevo

We givin' props, but we did this quick

So don't trip, if we forgot yo clique

[Spm]

I move a hundred pounds in my Hustle Town

Come around fuck em down with my underground

Puffin' pow wow clouds in my teepee

But my hina hollerin' release me

Prime time like shines on the high mimes

Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times

Another fool puttin' down the truth

You can't fuck with the riddla on the roof

Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better

If she wanna go fuck the hoe let her

The wandera' , hill wood hustla

Turn your back on your girl and I, uh,

Straight clownin' my H-town

Is you hoes really ready for the take down?

Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't play round

Pop pop, make your whole clique catch the Greyhound



Getto Boyz, Master P, Dj Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep,

Ese Fools, Ice T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy

We, put the streets on beats



Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlas, Most Hated,

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

We, put the streets on beats



[Spm]

Stickin' moves, hittin' licks, sweep 'em left to right

Act a fool when I want to chek 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 seven seven Seville convertible

My Cadillac got a 3-foot vertical jump in the front

Bumpin' the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunkin' my blunt

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

Got a dopehouse in seven locations

Proffesional, but don't test my testicles

On the pedestal I'm colder than an eskimo

Gotta have it, causin panic with an automatic

And leaving myself, no one else saw the magic

Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild

Put the streets on beats, who trippin' now?



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

Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G

We, put the streets on beats



Dj Quick, Big Fifty Snipe, Criminal Rage,

20-2-Life, N.W.A, Lil Kim, Rasheed

We, put the streets on beats



[Spm]

I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national

It's understandable, not to mention

What I'm stressin' leave second guessin'

Dope sell itself, saw my Cd steady pressin'

You can't see me, I flow so freely

You motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed

Just to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much tv, I'm on Cd

See mo' pussy-cat than tweety

From the underground nation, layin' foundation

The biggest problem that H-Town's facin'

Did a lot of wrong but mom stay calm

Cause' now I drop bombs on cd roms

You rap's get pimp slapped, you kickin' bubble gum

Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion

Run up on Houston, and bow down to the styles I am usin'



Trinity Garden, E.S.G, Street Military, Bam, AI-D,

K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany

We, put the streets on beats



Wicked Cricket Troublemaker, A.C. Chill,

Biggie Smalls, Outkast, Cypress Hill,

Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho,W.C.

We, put the streets on beats