still go hard for the streets
ride low when the foes in the threes
Still rockin', corn tears is white,
Still bangin', yeah homie, homie,
Still bangin', still go hard for the streets
Ride low when the fours and the threes
Yeah, homie, homie, we still bangin'
let me get me some hammer -on
Cork, Rennal, Rikers Raza,
Whole bunch of mala suerte
where your boss and the chief is
Pistol up they ass till they show us
Task forces couldn't even run
Terras bien hechos, calipas, quibuchas
Too many, su reno NY paisamos,
Daddy, you will never ever
with a hundred million men
Still go hard for the streets
Ride low when the foes in the three
Quarantez is white, T's and Bendy
Still go hard for the streets
Ride low when the foes in the three
Quarantez is white, T's and Bendy
Yeah, homie, homie, we still bangin'
Me bandera, three major colors
Got the ink on the face, don't give a fuck
You get ganas, we hoppin' in the truck
Right about your operation, fuck it up
Get the keys to the spot,
The big boss say, dude, what we gotta do
keep it in the family, dude
Get your clique merked up real quick,
Cause the beef's so real,
Get your ass a cantina with
And crack both these skulls open
with a gremlin bottle bangin',
still go hard for the streets
ride low with the foes and the threes
Still bangin', yeah, homie, homie,
Still bangin', still go hard from the streets
ride low when the foes in the threes
Still rockin', corn tissues,
Still bangin', yeah homie,
Started in LA, now we ridin' in Manhattan, man South Bronx,
we got a big in Corona Corona
South, then we solid, brutal VSS
a .k .a. Instant Death Weapon aiming,
pushing right through your chest
This ain't Kanye, this is real spit
This ain't Kool -Aid, this is real shit
Grow up a whole bunch of shit like Iraqis
When you're surrounded by a
whole bunch of Rasa, fool
You don't stand a chance,
that's more gangster than you
We still bangin', still go hard for the streets
ride low when the foes in the three
Cortez's white tees up in these
Still bangin', yeah, homie, homie,
Still bangin', still go hard for the streets
when the foes in the three
Cortez's white tees up in these
Still bangin', yeah, homie, homie,