Street Opera (feat. Sun God)

Sun God

Listen

I stay far from my opponents

Pardon me dogs

That's why lead the call

They moving up on us

But them G's on the corners

Move when I move

That's a warning

Or I'ma have my goons spin a garnet

Think it's sweet

And try to creep or run up on us

Shit'll get deeper than twelve foot

And you be leaking out of order

Don't beef if you ain't beefin for no quarters

Cause pain is money

You float funny when you surfin the water

I'm that dude slangin pack by the boarder

I love my life

I live it twice

Cause it's up to me sorta

You a fool with a mental disorder

And it's probably your daughter

That really love me

For the shit that I taught her

Will Smith on the guest list

Pops is the king

I'm the fresh prince

Forty oil tune

Kick ya check in

Us that got the universe confession

Pardon your dame

I'm new to the game

But true to my lessons

Jeans

Hoods

Guns

Crack

Visions of me swallowing crack

Being chased by Jake

And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate

And tooters is flab with rugers

With daggers and them jeans

We chew through it

Like we coming down off wools

And my P.O. she half Creole

I move from Philly to Dallas

With true talent

Like my name is T.O.

So when I piss

I gotta piss slow

She know I kick them Visine bottles

Cause if I'm dirty I ain't lettin it go

Your project steps is Ajax down

Dry blood

Maintenance men with the scrub brush

Scraping the ground

Diapers baby rattles and broke lighters

I led many

Horses to water just to see if they like it

Taste my Betty Crock ready rock, bet he cock now

News flash my **** ridin L laid a cop down

Any of ya **** want beef

I will stop clowns

I got a bad ox fifth now how the Glock sound

Jeans

Hoods

Guns

Crack

Hey yo what up S.G.

Hey yo what's poppin my ****

I'm just oil in the toolies exercising my trigger

Finger I got the biggest bangers

Yeah I got a crispy stainless

Your mans ain't fucking those hoes

They just a bunch of gamer

Them head shots, neck shots probably blow they brains in

I'm so close to the edge pushin they fuckin face in

I bet you now them motherfuckers really start complaining

No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining

We go hard, like the NARC's when we start invading

I copped the license and registration to cock and aiming

It's all entertainment

And all my **** made it

We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden

I keep the iron blazing, hands hurt

Like a bitch when she putting braids in

I think it's so amazing

We ran trains for hours

Up in the Days Inn

Hood rats and crack motels we seen baking

Jeans

Hoods

Guns

Crack

Yeah good