For the Streets ft. Krayzie Bone & Roxiie Reese Lyrics

Samson the Lyrical Technician ha ha ha

I guess they figured I would stop the flow and I would get a little slower

Just cause a nigga older

But then I know all about this mind control, when I ignite this flow

No opposition, it's over

Get rid of the competition, it's not even complicated

To get with them niggas and finish them, I've been nominated

My skills so sharp, I decapitate them

Snappin' hoe niggas apart, I eradicate them, lyrical gladiator

We made you great, I catch up and hit them, me later, I'm really hopin' they know

Don't give a fuck about your flow, you can't do nothin' with bone

You the one that collide with us, leave it alone

You way up outta ya league, you need to follow my lead

Everybody say they legendary, I don't believe

Some of y'all ain't even necessary

I'mma relieve these niggas and remove them from among the elite

Tell them they fuckin' with a killer, when I pick up a mic

I might commit a crime and put in process of death

I'm ready to vibe and once I get out your mind, I'm like a natural high

I'm top of the line, the best

They comin' so I'm ready when they come for it

Hustle up with the gun cord, if they really want it, nigga, go for it

They bark loud, make no noise, I'mma make them work for it

Get to them niggas like, oh boy

Oh boy, I can't believe what I see

It's that Florida boy and bone, come together on this song for the streets, for the streets

Oh boy, I can't believe what I see

It's that Florida boy and bone, come together on this song for the streets, for the streets

The lyrical technician, see me roll late night on a mission

In a Cadillac Escalade, white walls and vouges, platinum edition

Listen, if you wanna catch me, you better wake up early in the morning

Zone in, zone out, Samson, Florida boy, no doubt

Look out, it's a freestyle battle, so bring your own body bag

Cause I'mma wrap you up in duct tape, no cap, I'mma throw you out with the trash

I'm the Prince of the South, hangin' out in Cleveland with Krayzie Bone

Thuggish ruggish on the microphone, droppin' bombs like military drones

I'm comin' up out of the South, make competition run in the house

I'm the baddest rapper alive, and that's without a doubt

You ain't on my level, never was a king, ya internet meme

Samson, the lyrical technician, I got the glock and the laser beam

Oh boy, I can't believe what I see

It's that Florida boy and bone, come together on this song for the streets, for the streets

Oh boy, I can't believe what I see

It's that Florida boy and bone, come together on this song for the streets, for the streets

Florida boys and bone thugs, showin' haters no love

Say I'm a lyrical dominator, sharp as a razor, take flight like a dove

Push and shove, mug rappers comin' up, ain't respecting the game

I'm legendary, Samson, the lyrical technician that's the name

Price of fame, deadly

Listen to the harmony and melody

Back in the days, I played Eazy E

That's when they used to call me felony

Cornrows, French braids, all black, took the party to the backyard

Made all the girls around the world wanna ride, wanna pull my card

Life was hard, now I got a whole lot of diamonds that bling

Iphone ringin', Roxiie Reese singin', keep dreamin'

I'm a lyrical terrorist, so battle me if you wanna get blown away

Ain't got nothin' else to say, I'm the baddest of days

Oh boy, I can't believe what I see

It's that Florida boy and bone, come together on this song for the streets, for the streets

Oh boy, I can't believe what I see

It's that Florida boy and bone, come together on this song for the streets, for the streets