Intro - Dj Dow Jones, DJ EF Cuttin, Soulja Slim

What the fuck I was told 1998, 2001

On and on you know how I do it

It don’t stop it don’t stop

Look Look Look

Shit’s real

I’ma tell you this off tops

All my niggas from the Six Court got Glocks

We killers dog, off Sixth & Willow dog

On the reala dog, put yo head on the permanent pillow dog

Spit shit raw shit war shit

You want that get that

Get back, my dogs bout War

Smoke niggas like Humps

Smoke niggas like Gar

You don’t want to see us in that tinted car

Jumpin' out that bitch screamin' out Aw Aw

With K’s and shit

The Streets Made Me bitch

So don’t ever try to play this shit

Like it’s cool, I’m a fuckin' fool on the low

Don’t ever check a real nigga check a hoe

I’m tellin' ya they gone be smellin' ya

Under the Magnolia I’m a Soldier

From what I was told again I’m a blow again

Fuck with these hoes again get exposed again

It’s cool, Im’a try to duck and dodge the pin

Never goin' back to the hole they threw me in

From what I was told

2001 you know The Streets Made Me

I got love for the streets