Yea, uh huh, Milliato
uh huh, street regulated



I seen it all from robberies to extortion and %#@!
I seen family business get tossed to a place

Mafioso kiss, Gotti jr. put a rolli on my wrist
Satir day ridge told me Tony owe me this
Peep the Brooklyn gangsta

Where I'm from ^!$$%z'll pump 21 in ya
They got orders to replace ya
Ain't no loyalty in these streets

Especially when ^!$$%z givin up 20 G's for your wig piece
My heart neva skip a beat, street hotter than fish grease
Still a ^!$$% pitchin 'em ki's, switichin 'em V's

Gun stay @@#!ed don't hesitate to squeeze
I'm real Vendetta 'cated y'all ^!$$%z make believes
Playa haters, 2003, dunn still spankin 'em Gators

Trench mink, waves is plus, we armed dangerous
^!$$%z can't bang wit us
Your next in the news, you still can't hang wit us



Milliato - lives to ride another day

That's what I heard 'em say



Yea, from the projects, all through the streets
hood to hood, yea, OT to OC, Milliato



Uh, we been there done that and still doin it
Smack Boheemians I want six on the first, two on the fifth

Catch me in the hood Indian spliff
Rock silk Polo crowns like a low life
Filthy chips, I use to go clothes up the back

Now I go up to Hack-a-sack
Deep in the woods where the crackers at
Ya'll plan to take back New York, we want half of that

Been in this since the '20's
In 1941 Grandpa Lou Henry copped two Bentley's
Taught Italians the rules of the city

Dunn I move swoofly, in this world ^!$$%z loose Kidney's

Livers and Lungs, get hundereds like the Kennedy's

I'm on some Big Pun %#@!, ride for my family eat well
Ya'll crab mother$#&@ers don't get nuthin kid
We livin well while y'all rottin in the slum and %#@!

Yo I'm on some other %#@!, I can bring Hummer %#@!





Yea, soul survivor, uh, came from the dirt

and made it worst, uh ya know, yea
the robberies, stick-ups, stick-up kids



My coast is nostra, ^!$$%z sniff !@&@e til they nose dry
Sit wit punk can't even open they eyes

Notice the ties, illest cats that drovin the five
Guerilla skin hat, coat to match, roll wit the wise
Open the wine from Spain smoke haze of all kinds

Remember the broke days no !@&@e ain't a sling
No shine, but those the older days
Nowadays its the Rover days

Stress 600 Benz wit Shover days
Six will ends, goin to hell livin since
And if L give me another chance I'm livin again

Winnin again, platinum teeth grinnin again
360 ways spin, life is no beginnin or end
I spin to win, Cuban Cigars littin the bend

Shootin through heart, the God took the spirit of man
These words are harsh, you prolly won't hear 'em again
Words on the street is the ^!$$%z done did it again





Uh, yea, word, Desperado style

uh huh, from the survivor, yea what!
livin the prophet days, yea, uh huh y'all know
official, gangsta, thorough, thugged out
yea, uh huh, y'all know, uh, welcome to the sunset