blame the street, can't blame the heat, for these blisters on my feet. I'd like to say that this city was to blame. On summer nights streets are on fire
never win Ghettos keep a crying out to streets full of zombies Kids are killing kids and then the kids join the army Rising and a waking, yes sir here
street authors that are not A&R's in the cheap office rappers that never got signed but they keep offers girls thats way too fine for us to keep off us
like a raging storm And I miss you like I?m coming home And I hold you like a fading song You send me high, high
are our streets) [Layzie Bone] It's a war zone in the poor zone, we chasin after the fortune In the belly of the beast is scorchin, little kids is forced
outta here, 'cause you could have that [Prodigy] Four pounds, stumbled off grounds Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time Your dogs was wives actin like
way 100 with it (100 with it) who spit it like I spit it "NOBODY" nigga's sickening hoe's too and dey like it (dey like it) put gasoline on fire des hoe
I'm like open wounds pourin iodine Messin wit us is like saving "Private Ryan" You acting out a line now you lying, dying Wash my evil hands in the fire
metal for those who act fool Big fish in da water and we hard to harpoon I'm like open wounds pourin' iodine Messin' wit' us is like saving 'Private
written like Arabic Got niggas on the run 'cause the fire like chariot Introduce pen skills to ill deliveries and married it Put it in your face like
storm or a flood or tsunami this shit aint the norm we got Katrina and Rita /minds keep collapsing wit tha fires and mud slides I?m like what?s happnin? Got the kids
' like a swollen member, so remember me As obesely, intelligence with diplomatic immunity A trained killer that's trained to kill ya I make the fronters have bad dreams like
sittin' sideways like they sit in the cup You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican sluts On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us
Pain, bad man, bad man Make shots, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang Man we the best never the less You know we get it hot Fire flame, fire, fire flame Put
give us a break And let us know who rattin', I leave their bodies in the Middle of Manhattan, where Wall Street at, come on I said all the cops hate us
The Profit' If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit I'm New York's livin' legend, the streets know me well Stand in the line of fire
and burned holes in his face with the magnifying glass ALL NIGHT i fly like a vampire bat and murder people telling stories where the camp fires at BLAME
