[Intro]
I see you boys in Brooklyn have been active
Oh, we like to keep busy
Now, we don't like to hurt anybody, but sometimes things work out differently
If you guys are so good at it, the syndicate will use you
So give me the contract, and we'll do the job
[Verse 1: Ty Farris]
Gripping the medal, molded my mental with mildew (Uh-huh)
From the filthy eastside where they'll kill you for the bills went the rents due (Come on)
Shoot more shots then a ESPN film crew
The clip length almost a Shaquille shoе, this the real zoo
You gotta watch ya back the sеcond a nigga front on you (Facts)
They'll stab you in the back with the same knife that the hunters use (Ooh)
Your now amongst the goons (Goons)
Streets hustlers is a dusty room
This the dope needle for the junky spoons (come )
Get the double cross for the cross on ya neck
The game of life a fixed fight, the devil talk to the ref (Oh)
Lost ya breathe trying to step, you can't walk with the best
You drowned and dick-riding waves was the cause of your death
Our pedigree hood hustlers, make deals for good customers
Never failed at nothing in life except for your girl trusting us
Pimp hand ya career like the bum kicking the tin can
Lift the nickle nine, it's a slim chance that the doc can help
I see you boys in Brooklyn have been active
Oh, we like to keep busy
Now, we don't like to hurt anybody, but sometimes things work out differently
If you guys are so good at it, the syndicate will use you
So give me the contract, and we'll do the job
[Verse 1: Ty Farris]
Gripping the medal, molded my mental with mildew (Uh-huh)
From the filthy eastside where they'll kill you for the bills went the rents due (Come on)
Shoot more shots then a ESPN film crew
The clip length almost a Shaquille shoе, this the real zoo
You gotta watch ya back the sеcond a nigga front on you (Facts)
They'll stab you in the back with the same knife that the hunters use (Ooh)
Your now amongst the goons (Goons)
Streets hustlers is a dusty room
This the dope needle for the junky spoons (come )
Get the double cross for the cross on ya neck
The game of life a fixed fight, the devil talk to the ref (Oh)
Lost ya breathe trying to step, you can't walk with the best
You drowned and dick-riding waves was the cause of your death
Our pedigree hood hustlers, make deals for good customers
Never failed at nothing in life except for your girl trusting us
Pimp hand ya career like the bum kicking the tin can
Lift the nickle nine, it's a slim chance that the doc can help
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