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Yo. So what we talkin' 'bout? All these thugs in the streets. Tell the truth, ain't no love in these streets. So what we talkin' 'bout? All this blood in the streets. They really don't give a fuck in these streets. So what we talkin' 'bout? When you want peace, they violate. Fuck that, we gon' increase the crime rate. So what we talkin' 'bout? Talkin' 'bout poppin' that thing like bang. Bang, bang, bang. I live in the fast lane. Like fuck it, I know the hearts of men Like damn fame. Buggin' when I check my RPM. Slow down. Let's put the game in perspective. 'Cause if your hustle ain't the same, nigga, change Your direction. I spin your block with a shooter On a scooter. Bang the Ruger, put one inside Your medulla, put the tool up. It's M. O. P.'s like y'all ain't know. Catch us out everywhere that y'all can go. We outside. We here, motherfucker. Brownsville. Bottom, nigga. Yeah, motherfucker. Don't be the one I put this pound on. Get you and your man ran down on, blammed On. Fuck whatever you stand on, nigga, I'm 'bout it. M. O., y'all niggas are cowards, We hands on. Oh, we still in the street, Still on the yellow line. So nah, they not like when it's go time. So what we talkin' 'bout? All these thugs in these streets. Tell the truth, ain't no love in these streets. So what we talkin' 'bout? All this blood in the streets. They really don't give a fuck in these streets. So what we talkin' 'bout? When you want peace, they violate. Fuck that, we gon' increase the crime rate. So what we talkin' 'bout? Talkin' 'bout poppin' that thing like bang. Bang, bang, bang, Well it's the O-N-Y, You niggas better know. Blao, blao, blao, that's just to let 'em know. Sticky got the lazy eye, 'bout to let the Lead on. I'ma take your fuckin' chain, then I'll Take your head off. Come on. Cock the Heckler, hop back the black Integra. Dead bodies in the back of the black Integra. I'm ready to crash out, crash out. With the mash out, blast out. You got 10 seconds to bring the cash out. 1, 2, 3 to the 4. Drop Sticky by the Vegas, we'll kick you down To floor. You can tell a lot about me By my finger show. Like I'm probably mad if they wrap around your Throat. People that know me love me, wanna kill Me, or both. You the best thing since sliced Bread that has stayed toast. Shit, I got a gang of pistols, run around With any issues. Sucka heads talkin' junk 'cause They hangin' with you. what we talkin' 'bout? They got the cracks on the block. What? Little homies gettin' clapped on the block. So what we talkin' 'bout? Niggas gettin' shot. What? We came for the bag on God. So what we talkin' 'bout? Ayo, what happened to integrity? You niggas better be ready, you niggas better be. What we talkin' 'bout? I ain't talkin' 'bout a thing. The guns do all the talkin', nigga, bang. Bang, bang, bang. Yeah. Onyx, M. O. P., nigga. What the fuck is up? Brooklyn, Queens shit. Stop playin'. What up, nigga? Brrrat. Yeah. Yeah.