Here 2 Day - Cappadonna, Rush Ratchet, Cappadonna & Rush Ratchet

These streets is flooded with crime and criminal minds

Niggas dump on ya’ll, straight take ya shines

Catch you coming out the crib, straight raid your spine

Stab you on in side, straight take ya nine

Niggas’ll kill muthafuckas for a bottle of wine

So where you put the heat at, caught on the blind

Here today niggas, better have a good time

Gone tomorrow, that’s how it is in the grind

So beware of the dog, and the thieves at night

Niggas’ll cut you up, if the trees ain’t right

All of the Gods building, the degrees is tight

Cock back my headphones, then I squeeze them right

Yo, niggas’ll kill niggas for the cheese and ice

And ya ribs start touching for the peas and rice

All of my in-the-ghetto niggas want G’s and bikes

That’s why I need my cake, and more Cash Rule like Land-O-Lake

I ain’t try’nna be the one, just linger a zoo

I wanna be out in a cruise, living good as you

Up in the Bronx, or whatever, just me and my crew

And we lounging real hard, uptown’s is new

Got the jeans real baggy and the fitted is blue

Traveling across the world, like alakazoo

Alakazaam, ya muthafuckas know who I am

Throw my darts like I told you I can

Yeah baby, big Donna from the group is, Pillage for life

Click, and I lounge where the stoupe is

Yeah, it’s basic dog, we all in this game to ball

I leave my mark in your hood, like I’m writing on walls

Come ride my balls and tell yo, bitch to come here

I’m hitting 'em where, from the rear, pulling they hair

Layin' the pipe, my forty-five game is tight

I’m like a weed plant, nigga, I stay in the light

On dark grounds, gun percussion hang over tracks

I lay low on street corners, while I’m handing out packs

Counting the stacks, while the feds, counting the facts

Your glitter attracts, like I ain’t that, nigga get clapped

Guess whose back, Ratchet, the rap specalist

A profession is my conscience’ll, leave you breathless

I drop lessons with street knowledge, hold my ground solid

Watch me own back, I’m big, black and brolic

Hitting hood with the collard green, weed from the Phillipines

Cutting competition off with the guillotine

What, the cuts in my chain is unbreakable

You’re uncapable, I make 'em and take a fall

I take 'em all, leave 'em laying naked soft

Run up in the wedding halls, shoot the cake and all

Make your call, it’s all street justice, dog

Even if the innocent, have to be involved

We can take it from the streets, to where you lay in the mall

I’m layin' the law, while your whore playing the four

Nine three eleven, selling those dimes for seven

I don’t, aim to please, I aim to squeeze

And I’m aiming for the stars, cock sucker, say cheese, chump