We are murder, we are murder We are murder, we are murder Ay yo, ay yo, one thing for sure, keep you evolved Keep a nice crib, fly away, keep to the point Keep zigging out of your face, you snakes Keep the ***s in they place, keep the Mac in a special place Keep moving for papes, keep cool, keep doing what you doing Keep it fly, keep me in the crates Cause I will erase your *** on the real note, use a waste It's right here for you, I will lace you, rip you and brace you Put a nice W up on your face, word to mother you could get chased It's nothing to chase, blood on a thug if he gotta go All I know is we be giving grapes This is a place from where we make tapes We make em everywhere, still in awe, we be making bass Y'all be making pace, these little diggins, they be making shapes Our *** is art, yours is trace This is the way that we rolling in the streets You know when we roll, we be back in that heat They're gonna go, they're gonna go, they're gonna go, they're gonna go, they're gonna go, they're gonna go, they're gonna go This is Poverty Island man, these animals don't run Slums where the ambulance don't come, who got the best pace Fiends waiting to smoke some, approach some Ask them where you getting that coke from My dudes huff blocks like Samurai Shogun Cause no V and no 1's equal and no fun Who on the treat they know, huh, body to go numb My woman need funds, plus her hair and her toes done It is what it is though, I'll fool the kid flow Y'all make it hard to get dough, the harder the kid go Harder the pit blow, harder when it snow The pinky and the wrist glow, this here we live for Get guap and get low, but first off You gotta get the work off the gift and the curse boss Yeah, see I'm the ***, yo, I'm third on the fifth note Hustling from the get go, the model is getting old This is the way that we rolling in the streets You know when we roll, we be back in that heat They're gonna go, they're gonna go, they're gonna go They're gonna go, they're gonna go, they're gonna go They're gonna go, they're gonna go We was quiet, flashy brothers Strapped all along with the dirty 38 long 12 hour shift gate, took cake state to state You think he won't hold his weight Put your money on the plate and watch it get scraped We get ape up in that club, both that juice and hen And it's a no win situation, flick on with them You mean like you in at the front of the rim? Finger roller Dutch, million dollar stages Touched, text gauges bust Trust no one, the lone show gun Rugged Tim, boot stomper Damaging, lyrical, mass destruction launcher Nothing can calm the quakeage when I break here Peace to my brothers up north doing state bids Oh, this is the way we be rolling in the streets You know when we roll, we be packing that heat They're gonna go, they're gonna go, they're gonna go Oh, this is the way we be rolling in the club You know when we roll, we be packing 32 slaps They're gonna go, they're gonna go, they're gonna go They're gonna go, they're gonna go, they're gonna go