Print

[Intro: Streetlife] Yeah, this is for my online universe, aiyo [Streetlife] I'm so calm, catch me in the trenches I got's the thermoscope lenses I could your body heat, try to creep through my streets Get spotted infered dotted, y'all niggaz better watch it I play a terrorist, catch me in, in Milwaukee I'm in the basement, with the M3-Auto shotty I see through your smoke screen, toss the flash bang Fuck up your eye site, make your ears ring Meet me at the crossroads, I'm on some vigilant Snipin' out the window, one shot, I be killin' shit Another sob story, these streets is like desert glory I see remains of fallen soldiers, that came before me I ninety-nine, need for steppin' out of line, niggaz I got my mind on the prize, hand on the nine, niggaz Fuck around and get fragged, y'all niggaz is fags Stop ditchin', y'all whole style is lagged Always bitchin', like my girl on the rag Scream on niggaz like they old dad Have niggaz campin' with they boots in the lab Breach the gate, swarm like a sand storm Cold like a blizzard, vendictive like a woman scourn Abandoned in blood lake, it's a death trap in a rat's nest Letras de cancionesKilled or be killed is the object [Outro: Streetlife] I'm so calm, catch me in the trenches I got's the thermoscope lenses I'm so calm, catch me in, catch me in I'm so calm... Yeah, green up, green up I'm so calm, catch me in the trenches I got's the thermoscope lenses See y'all in the lobby, hustlin' in the lobby Green up, so calm From Letras Mania