The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama stop breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down

Just drop the top, hot box the block Gon’ have the time of your life We gon’ hit the streets Take you on the ride of your life I’ll take you on the ride of your life Need you here on the passenger side Might change your life I been doing shit these hoes

For a moment there, it was permanent Oh look, I don't wanna feel like somebody But nothing else ever feels like your body 'Cause we held the world, we were turning it I'd drive the streets when you told me your secrets We made mistakes, but we both we

When that question comes to find you Don't deny you never ran And when that feeling comes to take you Take you walking the streets of hell Lowly deserter, sing that old song And sing a new one for the men Still in battle, far from heaven Raise your voice

Swaying to the symphony Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes Of destruction You take a mortal man And put him in control Watch him become a god Watch people's heads a'roll

Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama starts breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin'

Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it slums Some call it nice I want to take you through A wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise Dear mother It makes me wonder why I'm still here

Abandoned land come on in child take my hand Hear a rising force Watch the damned they're gonna break their chains Through the night you can hear them You're in for surprise, you're in for a shock In London town streets when there's darkness and fog I'm

Motherfucka time to take it to the streets Yeah, yeah, yeah Motherfucka are you listening to me Motherfucka are you moving to the beat Motherfucka play it on the radio Motherfucka I will see you at the show Motherfucka let's show up tonight You can call

It's halftime Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like