(Hook)X2
Dawg Im Straight from da motha fuckin streetz,
Where we write rhymez to some tight ass beatz
Cuzz im straight from da motha fuckin streetz
Where we pop are 9's and pack away r heatz

(-B-E-Z-)
Homie all my shit is felt cuzz i write wuts right,
You test me and i'll strike at everybody in sight
Yall betta recognize a real O.G. when you see one,
Pounds aint movin weight son im movin hole tons
Every verse i write comes equip wit a wicked flow,
Change my tempo fast from slow like blow up ya nose
Dawg i'll spray and turn ur corps into swiss cheese,
Hoes askin da question do u love me...ha bitch please
Dressed up wit chuck taylors, khakis, and a gold rope,
On da corner smokin a blunt of dope and movin mad coke
Im a legend in da flesh and everything i spit is so fresh,
Your fuckin wit one of da best leave you KO'd like da rest

(Tephlon)
Dogg, i aint no rich bitch, i'm straight out the gutter
barrel got bullets so consistant its like they st-st-stutter
what you got-huh? a couple A's & doo-rag, so now your gangsta?
you say your dope too! HA, That must be another prank-huh?!
i'll gank-ya, steal all u own, even buss ya knee-caps
steppin ta me? take a time out with a needle in ya arm....an relapse!!!
just perhaps, u get a shot on me, or any one of Tha Tikz
we make ya life a livin hell like a straight guy ya in jail with lips on dicks
peice on my hip, talk that shit? u best run an quit...
u catch a beat down like a libless boy in a mosh pit!
tikz is it!...its our time ta shine, hammer hits pins on the Nine
i dont need beatz, i stay posted up in the streetz so u can motherfuck a rhyme!!!!

(Hook)X2
Dawg Im Straight from da motha fuckin streetz,
Where we write rhymez to some tight ass beatz
Cuzz im straight from da motha fuckin streetz
Where we pop are 9's and pack away r heatz

(Doe Bagz)
i wear tha best clothes cuz i hustle and i like to show it nigga
im bout my paper so i keep 5 inch money clips for tha bigga figgaz
hoes love my style cuz im tha sly nigga wit wild side to em
got a sport built frame, school smarts, and a street cred im pursuin
niggaz is dyin everytime i unload tha iron, mothas is cryin
now i gotta be duckin and dodgin, hopin on planes now im flyin
think im lyin?, end up fucked up on tha back of a short school bus
u retarded fucks fucked up even thinkin u can try to touch us
i lucked up and moved to a block where tha fiends got bread
and tha hoes my age love comin ova my crib to get cum in they head
i got tha cops on my ass but my identity got they computer confused
im stackin paper but im conceilin plastic bags in my shoes
so u fools can pop a dick cuz all yall do is "stick" behind rules
lame cats, let me jus be me and u just do u (fuckin fags)
i wont lose till im dead so fuck it, im thuggin for anotha seventy
and im a lunatik wit fourteen clips, shootin out wit longevity

(Hook)X3/CUT OFF AT LAST WORD
Dawg Im Straight from da motha fuckin streetz,
Where we write rhymez to some tight ass beatz
Cuzz im straight from da motha fuckin streetz
Where we pop are 9's and pack away r heatz