Take it to the Streets

[Half A Mill]

Take it to the streets, snakes with heat in this game

You wanna be a player, I spray them gators off ya feet

Thuggest Enemy #1, one, one

From Brook-lan, tons of guns, funds and duns

That'll make you cough up one in the lung, cough up ya tongue

Four pounds surroundin ya sons, now you wanted to run

Extort you for fun, softer than a fresh baked bun

You're team was raw before the four-four, now you're done

The clownest one, you made up, about to get ate up

A buck fifty on each side of your face, now lay up

Pay up, before you get your fan sprayed up

You know my clan hold big guns in they hand, to plays up

Go 'head play tough, fake thug, you wanna play rough

I ride or die, I ain't bluff, you can page Puff (echo)

[Chorus 2X: Blue Flame (all)]

Yo where my thugs? (right here)

T-H-U-G, yo we call ourselves thugs, cuz we take it to the streets

Soon as a nigga budge, yo we blazin wit the heat

And we all true thugs, till we D-I-E

[Swan]

From Crow Hill, I blow smoke, till I choke, that's a regular

I blow domes for that paper, like a predator

Pack gats, VP, best man, etc.

I roll 'em dice, until you tell me that I'm deaden ya

I get down for mine, I get crunk

I got that crip black, and got skunk

My niggas bust AR's, 4/5's, and pumps

Shit to make ya body shift, make ya body jump

Take it to the heat, take it to the street

Less they short, ain't no talkin shit, take it to my meat, bitch

You read the letter, bar is naked on my sweater

Four hundred and better, tell 'em, hate cash cheddar

Sittin on a Beretta, niggas ain't seein this

Wish upon a star, that they can be in this

Lifestyler'll runnin from the coppers, bustin at the helicopters

Gettin away, I'm on the low, around the way, now

[Chorus 2X]

[Blue Flame]

Blue Flame's blood stain, it's a thug thing

Take slugs, I love pain, yo there ain't enough pain

I speak thug slang, only real niggas roll wit me

Niggas say money, cash and hoes got a hold of me

Niggas be talkin shit, yeah, but it's all bluff

Only niggas came in the hood, and saw us, was on the tour bus

Believe that, niggas don't come around where we be at

Soon as we see ya face it be like "Yo, son where the heat at?"

Yo represent where the fuck you from

Cuz when you go back in the hood, them niggas go want to snuff you son

Like Franklin, Nostrum and Utica Avenue

Only blocks I'm namin right now, niggas'll clap at you

Not to mention the block that I'm from

Where them niggas is spittin hot ones, this beat is like a pump shotgun

And I can handle it, more than handle it, I can damage it

T2 style, wit one hand and shit, damn I'm sick

[Buckshot]

Real recognize real, Crown Heights to Crow Hill

Pop ya niggas like pills, plus I got mills

What I keep the aim on ya back, keep steel

Miss ya back, hit the back of ya brain, change the thrill

This is real life shit, thug passion

Henny and 'ze, get drunk and send me to send me away

UPS thieves, next day package

Bomb in the mill, open and blowin ya back wit

And I hate actors, actin like you know me from a hole in the wall

Nigga hold this four-four, you want war? What you think I came for

Spit this blue flame outta the chip of my lighter and burn ya face off

Plus burn ya eyelash, when the nine flash

This is it, bitches wanna swallow my dick like Slim Fast

Bullets make it slim fast, ride my dick till I get a cast

This is it, nigga duck the blast

[Chorus 4X]