Wild In These Streets

Wild in these streets (yeah)

Wild in these streets (get em)

Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak (fuck it)

Wild in these streets (yeah)

Wild in these streets (get em)

Lifted on a frequency, ain't no dial that could reach

5150 when 50 bodies go missing

Off the Vincent Thomas bridge

Ain't no one of 'em swimming

Yeah, the coast guard wants my kilos

So I re-up then I reload

'Cause the label wants to freeload

Off my singles, I need c-notes

So I swab the fucking decks

Break an oz and break your neck

I break every fucking bone in your body

Missing body, bitch who's next

It's undead and the rest

Johnny cashing checks

This is Hollywood, welcome to the west

What you give, is what you get

What you see, is what it is

And what it is, is what it's been

It's me against the world, yeah fuck your friends

Wild in these streets (yeah)

Wild in these streets (get em)

Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak (fuck it)

Wild in these streets (yeah)

Wild in these streets (get em)

Lifted on a frequency, ain't no dial that could reach

King Kong, steam roll these motherfuckers ah!

As a child was a freak, vile when I speak

Wiping out they squad, then I smile when I sleep

Let the caddy warm up, caddy corner

Trunk box bumpin', breaking glass on the block

Hot trouble, I could see the muzzle flash in my thoughts

The boulevard is paved in blood, flooded with pain and drugs

Haunted by tainted love, come in and aim on us

Get 'em in they hometown, acting like some hoes now

Yeah hoe

What you give, is what you get

What you see, is what it is

And what it is, is what it's been

It's me against the world, yeah fuck your friends

Wild in these streets (yeah)

Wild in these streets (get em)

Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak (fuck it)

Wild in these streets (yeah)

Wild in these streets (get em)

Lifted on a frequency, ain't no dial that could reach

Gravestones and bass stones, them raves in the catacombs

Paris, hit the plugs with no prints on the payphone

Dig up their bones and let them know

I ain't the one to fuck with, high key and low

But I got a long way to go, the bell tolls now

I was born deep in hell, so I'm a hell hound?

You wanna live forever (fuck that!), fight death and his curse

And if it's kill or be killed, you best be driving that hearse

Wild in these streets

Wild in these streets

Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak

Wild in these streets (yeah)

Wild in these streets (get em)

Lifted on a frequency, ain't no dial that could reach

Wild in these streets (yeah)

Wild in these streets (get em)

Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak (fuck it)

Wild in these streets (yeah)

Wild in these streets (get em)

Lifted on a frequency, ain't no dial that could reach

I'll let the 9 break the silence

Get used to hearing them sirens

Bitches get fed to the lions

Gone with the wind like the Mayans

Not here to make no alliance

I'm just addicted to violence

Just here to give you some guidance

To choke from this noose as it tightens

Why? There ain't no killing what won't die

And I got this feeling you won't try

Make sure you see me with both eyes

'Cause I'm the last thing you'll see, so good night