Street Mathematics Lyrics

Yo when I perform I need

Motherfuckers to have they HAMMERS OUT NIGGA

Fuck outta here Nigga

Don't be the nigga that GET SLAPPED

By THE NIGGA with PURPLE nail polish

And a PURPLE Turban

Look I was told to keep writing, flow strong, shook

I WAS TOLD to keep fighting, Go on

Never been a slave But I know what it feel like

Thinking, never have a chance at a real life

Sometimes I feel like, y'all wanted me to do this

This is Prophecy GOD, I gotta be the truest

To learn the ropes of the game first and then climb up

Lick a shot for BIG POPPA SEND NINE UP

BIG Proper

He too ILL to forget so

Never shoot your gun with no glove and then let go

If you do though, you better make the ILL U Turn

Pick it back up, tuck and run

Make your shoe burn

Slap A BITCH UP

Same hand you unwrap a brick up

Same hand you attach a clip-up

With a holster, by the shoulder

EVERYDAY A BODY COUNT GETTIN OLDER

This IS STREET MATH, got a candy slug for your sweet ass

Start dying, first day you born, how long, will a week last

The Heat fast, asleep, tucked in bed by the waistline

Wake this bitch up, if you ever and try and take mine

Separate time, with a flow that's impossible

I don't just spit metaphors, I spit em logical

You know MY Steeze so don't think hard

I'm just here to let em know

Yeah Ant, DO YA THANG God

The fuck why wouldn't I

I Rap some think it's forbidden I

Told you, I'm the hottest cat out, huh didn't I

It was written I

You recognize dog you flippin' why

Spittin' off the dome when I'm hittin' Li

Spittin' out the chrome like who gettin' by

Wet and five, Homos

Who don't know, the flow so hot with no promo

The Four Four will leave you miserable

On a Friday with no shit to do

In the hospital, critical

Did to you what I do to most cats

Heard July poppin' now let's toast that

The glock around let's tote that

I'm what's poppin' now son so HOLD THAT

You should give respect where it's due

That's to me, Son should know that

Nevermind what Sun do

The gun proof, One shot'll

Turn your forehead into a sunroof

Who you know spit like fiends with one tooth

And had game since his punk ass learned English

The Four Fifth is stainless, cool to bang with,

We just too cool to hang with

You know MY Steeze so don't think hard

I'm just here to let em know

Yeah Ant DO YA THING God

Let's fuckin go nigga

Twenty Three a GOATed number Nigga

Two, Two, Three equals Seven

Seventh month IS July Nigga

My Firstborn named July Nigga

Close The Circle you get SEVEN Nigga

Put that it already went over your mother fuckin head Nigga

BARKER, I'm the biggest Nigga to DO IT

Yo I came here to do my thing

Just give me some space then

To live life rich as made men

I'm bout to go cop a late Benz

Hoppin' in, a vehicle, that take no fuel, just oxygen

No more pollutin' the air, nah none of that

Only nigga with it, so go head Ma, front on that

It's NEW JACK, DTN Poppin' Off

B2T about to set that RVCKET Off

Streets'll bump my EP

Loud enough, to punk NYPD

A shotgun shot'll dismantle ya ribcage

All I'ma say is, this the way we handle our bizz'nayz

Better learn where YOUR BITCH stay

Where HER lip plays

Better learn where YOUR BITCH lay

Wifin' up a Hoe, Is a wrong move

All it shows is, HER past history, IS fuckin' with wrong dudes

I Love YOU NIGGAZ, Pussy is ILL though

Remember this one thing, Pussy WILL KILL Yo

A Hoe know nothin' about life

Listen again Dawg

Can't turn a Hoe in a Housewife

Love first, hate ain't necessary

Smile when you see me in a Drop

Same color as February

You know MY Steeze so don't think hard

I'm just here to let em know

Yes Ant, do ya thing God

Do ya thang Sun, Peace, One Love and I'm OUT