[Hook: Kuniva]

Now when you repping in these streets say it..

And If you handling your beef say it..

You got your hood on lock say...

If its crime on your block say...

[Verse 1: Proof]

I put men on canvas

Have they ass off the street Cancerous

We call that the "Hammer Dancers"

Thats the 3-5-7 now the Feds want us

Cause we lead dump and head-hunters

Borough of every hood, In this crime life...

My name painted on the block or this limelight

A G ain't nuthing but a letter, you can hang man

And these gang-wars, thoughout the gang-lands

Got no problem for hurting the Church

My model was murking 'em first

When they said they servin they're turf

With no sea-food, make 'em see-through

I'm into slappin' niggas, next nigga...

[VERSE 2: Swifty]

....Me Too

My eliminations way too hasty, they don't chase me

I send more red dot's than pastries

When the medal is sworn, label me the desolate one

It ain't no settling beef, I'm destined to come...

To any hood, it ain't no justice, you wishing it was...

This crime life got me stealing your goods

I'm a mental patient, on my way to the central station

Ain't no wasting time... and I sure I facing time

Breaker-1-9, the cops be swarming

On they walkie talkies, trying to block me with a warning

I'mma dissapear like Spawn, and be gone

To the other side of the country, by the morning...

[Hook: Kuniva]

Now when you repping in these streets say it..

And If you handling your beef say it..

You got your hood on lock say...

If its crime on your block say...

[Verse 3: Kon Artis]

Cold nights in the pen turn your heart cold

Cold pinches we sleep on keep a black strong

My brother told me "lil' homie dont get this wrong...

If I get locked make sure you keep the dough flowing

The spots oweing, no slowing, get your grind on"

I said for sure, and now you know I got the hood slowed

"My lil' bro keep up the front like he the one that owe"

By the time they figure out I'll be dead and gone

[Verse 4: Kuniva]

Now be careful when you see them homies hop out that ride

You can catch a body shot and knock your ribs out your side

And the cops are hesitant to come through these parts here

We head-hunters, so it's evident that we spark fear

Taking notes, but always give it to a person in need

Of a serious chin-checking that occurin the deed

To get our point across, clearly ain't no miss-understanding

Now there's nothing you can do to keep these missles from landing

When the hooligans come out you should be running for cover

By the time you recoved from the hit, then here comes anotha

And you know our presence is felt, like Christmas eve

Make an example out of you, for her and his to see...

[Verse 5: Bizarre]

Jumped in your car window, you and your boys get out

AK... Tech Nine... Shots rang out...

It's christmas time, my kid needs some toys

Thats why I'm in the Mini-van, with two of my boys

The King, Nigga I'm a don....

Detroit...Where niggas snatch cartneys and alcazon...

I'm drunk as fuck, go on lock me out

...and when I wake up, I'll be at your house choking you out

I'm so fucking, out of my mind

I'm moving the east swines with 2 and a half lines

Street wars, my niggas ready to fight

Guns, pipes, we ready tonight!

[Hook: Kuniva]

Now when you repping in these streets say it..

And If you handling your beef say it..

You got your hood on lock say...

If its crime on your block say...