5-King-15 to 15-Adam
1-1-4 to all units, be advised the verdicts have come in
Verdicts are not guilty, repeat not guilty
5-King 15-adam come in
15-Adam come in
Yeah, hit the spider
Ride out the rider
Get lit the fired up
Lit the fired up
It's me, rhyme-maker
Double eyed salt and pepper shaker
Semi-valley earthquaker for acres
Outlaw law breakers
Nigga
Its on on sight
Dark Blue black and white fight
Forever, I pulled the war lever .44s
And nickle plated Beretta
To pierce armor and leather is pure havoc
The streets is on pure fire
Get folded like envelopes
I suffocate hope
Equipped with shells, boxed with full scopes
One incident reshapes the globe
A creep in the morning that becomes daylight
I walk to the beat, to the beat
So who was going out with me tonight?
We're running out into the street tonight
I love life
I mean well
I've been told I can't control myself
Hear me out
Something I wanna do
Hear me out
Something I want to say
Streets on fire
I wanna get higher
A creep in the morning that becomes daylight
(Yeah, so don't say nothin
I want it all emptied or I'ma start bustin)
I walk to the beat, to the beat
(Higher, higher, burning fire
Making music like a choir)
I'm trusted by the people like the crust on an apple pie
(To start the riot grip the heat and start the firin)
I'm buffin up my badge and a lean mean to spit in your eye
(Hot supplying, multipy through the fire riots)
I love life
(I'm twice as nice)
And I like to live it well
(The streets is a living hell)