[Chorus: Bloodshot]

You've been lead to a four-way stop bro

Which way you gonna go? Which way you gonna go?

We ain't playin' with ya, we ain't playin' with ya, boy

We ain't playin' with ya, we ain't playin' with ya, boy

[Verse 1: KGP]

Yo, Mama always told me not to play in them streets

Because all these stupid fuckers out there packin' the heat (Goddamn!)

She said the streets were nothin' more than a death-waiting sentence (She right)

Since I grew older, no support, I got my own Smith & Wesson (Pop pop)

I've done that thug shit (yeah), I've done that slingin' bricks (Yeah)

But I was more into Cult Shit and Voodoo Witches

I love that Devil Shyt (yeah), put Satan in the mix (Yeah)

Got all these motherfuckers scared that I'ma rape their bitch

They tried to bury me (no!), rob me from everything (No!)

Until I showed 'em they can't fucks with the Slaughter King

I grab that chainsaw (chainsaw!), I put my mask on (Mask on!)

I drank a fifth of Hennessy like it was last call (Oh, no!)

I'm on that street now (yeah!) like I don't know the bitch (Yo!)

I got a murder on my mind and there's no stoppin' this (Uh uh!)

'Cause I ain't playin' with ya (No!)

My demons packin' heat (Yeah!)

And when I steal yo fuckin' face, I leave it on the street, bitches

[Chorus: Bloodshot]

You've been lead to a four-way stop bro

Which way you gonna go? Which way you gonna go?

We ain't playin' with ya, we ain't playin' with ya, boy

We ain't playin' with ya, we ain't playin' with ya, boy

[Verse 2: Bloodshot]

My streets are warfare (ayy), a world torn into two (Ayy)

My streets ain't daycare (ayy), a world that engulfs you

So many deaths and killings (yes), it's got me off the wall (Yes)

My streets got many haters (haters) who often wanna brawl (Brawl)

I pull the chainsaw out (out) and watch 'em run away (Away)

But they are soon gunned down (down) by shots from my AK (AK)

My streets are [wanderin'?] the ball, it's all torn apart

My streets got no soul, it'll eat out your heart

So try the best to stay (stay) the fuck away from here (Here)

Make sure you're stayin' clear (clear), directions when you steer (Steer)

My streets got four-way stops (stops), direction is your choice (Choice)

My streets got no street lights (lights), so watch out for them boys (Boys)

Keep your head up high (high) or you're the next to die (Die)

My streets will tear you apart, nothin' but black in its eyes

My streets got crooked goons (goons) who will stick a knife in ya (Ya)

So stay the fuck away (yeah) if you ain't a warrior, bruh (Bruh)

[Chorus: Bloodshot]

You've been lead to a four-way stop bro

Which way you gonna go? Which way you gonna go?

We ain't playin' with ya, we ain't playin' with ya, boy

We ain't playin' with ya, we ain't playin' with ya, boy

[Interlude: Bloodshot]

Right! Left! Hey!

Right! Left! Huh!

Right! Left! Hey!

Right! Left! Huh! (Hail y'all!)

[Chorus: Bloodshot]

You've been lead to a four-way stop bro

Which way you gonna go? Which way you gonna go?

We ain't playin' with ya, we ain't playin' with ya, boy

We ain't playin' with ya, we ain't playin' with ya, boy

You've been lead to a four-way stop bro

Which way you gonna go? Which way you gonna go?

We ain't playin' with ya, we ain't playin' with ya, boy

We ain't playin' with ya, we ain't playin' with ya, boy

[Verse 3: Mr. Sche]

My streets ain't daycare (daycare), my streets be boot camp (Boot camp)

My streets got projects (projects), welfare and food stamps (Food stamps)

My streets got baby kids (baby kids), slingin' rocks at hella biz (Hella biz)

Ain't even thirteen years (thirteen years), already havin' kids (Havin' kids)

My streets got dirty cops (dirty cops), cocaine, heroin and rocks (And rocks)

My streets got demons and devils that'll make yo heart stop

My streets got broken homes (Broken homes)

No food 'cause Daddy's gone (Daddy's gone)

My streets got more unemployed black males locked up and gone

My streets got jealousy (jealousy)

My streets, they envy me (Envy me)

My streets, they hate on me (Hate on me)

My streets wanna kill me (Kill me)

My streets don't ever fold (Ever fold)

That's why we poor and broke (Poor and broke)

My streets will never see the sunshine, 'cause they some hoes

My streets full of disease (disease), herpes and STDs (STDs)

Killin' us off one by one (one) but you don't feel me (Feel me)

My streets be crazy mane (crazy), straight up from Mr. Sche (Mr. Sche)

But I can't leave the streets (streets) 'cause the streets gon' end me (Nigga)

[Chorus: Bloodshot]

You've been lead to a four-way stop bro

Which way you gonna go? Which way you gonna go?

We ain't playin' with ya, we ain't playin' with ya, boy

We ain't playin' with ya, we ain't playin' with ya, boy