[Intro - Paul Cain]
YeahDesert Storm niggazCain
GhettoI got these niggaz man uh huh
Clue! yeahI m the first line of defense yeah
And I ma show em what that means yeah
[Chorus 1 - Paul Cain]
I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn t make it - fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I ma buck you
And put a hole in your chest that s big enough to drive a truck through
[Verse 1 - Paul Cain]
I bring the drama back where you livesflatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorsethe records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts
If I talk it s gonna be reckless; I m ready to die
So when I apply pressureniggaz gon respect it
Tote guns to rob niggazI told em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised
They ain t crazythey just broke and confused; cross me
And they ll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I ma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school yearbook
Paul Cain never appear shook
Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police nah
You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain t gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar ll speak
If it ain t involvin breadI ain t with it
I don t need D s on meI m already dodgin Feds
When the shots from the revolver spread
DuckI don t discriminateleave CEO s and artists dead
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickelscarlet red
Fuck you I m tryna get my cash right
All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipesaddicted to the fast life
Live everyday like my last night; OD in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night yeah
Niggaz uhStreet Dreams yeah uhyeah
[Chorus 2 - Fabolous]
I see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you
Bitch you don t wanna swallow semen - fuck you
No you hate the way I m Street Dreamin - fuck you
That s why I ridinclappinwit the .40 Cal screamin - fuck you
[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
When I pulled the 5 out; I kinda expected
For the backstabbersto be standin behind mewit they knives out
Then the Rangewit the fins drove in
I wasn t shocked to see my foesdressed in friends clothin
But - I still pull through the sty; wit handguns
As big as the oneRobocop pulled from his thigh
You prolly heard about the bullets I buy; and how it look like
I m throwin batterieswhen the bullets shoot by
So whatyou wear a vestwhy would I care
If I aim for ya chestthat be a good idea
Niggait s nothing to clap ya; but I m more worried
Bout the groupie copswho wanna put they cuffs on a rappa
That s why I m limpin off wit a freak; and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz
That ll hit a buck! and make the s go up on they own
Wit a stash box compartment for; a handgun
That make holes the size of peep holeson apartment doors
My closet look like department stores; and you wonder why
Ya girl s comin homewit a cigar sip for
Cause I just dump the light Dutchmash the guts
You won t believe how much ass I touch
Who else struts pass the slutsand a chain wit so much
Ash and cutsthat it hangs much pass the nuts
That s why I get followed by broads; wit deeper throats
Then the people at the circusthat be swallowin swords
Y all hopin that the Don fall off; but my money s long enough
To keep shootin ya bank untilya arms fall off
I m eatinand I ain t have to use someone s utinsels
And when you clean as meyou know that every bum is against you
But please don t let someone convince you; to test the kid
And get hit wit slugs as longas a No. 2 Pencilfucka
[Chorus 2 - 2x]

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