Street Fighter soundtrack

Verse One:<br><br>In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm<br>Embrace the world of reality we`re faced to learn<br>Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest<br>I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold<br>Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep<br>Mac-11`s and legends, cracks in the streets<br>Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers<br>Never sober takin over, my blood is colder<br>Niggaz respect violence so I become it<br>I`m from it, I even done it blunted so run it<br><br> Yeah son, you know what this is<br> Take it off [come on dunn, don`t even come at me like that]<br> [dunn, come on dunn]<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Imagine this, no guns no knife<br>It`s a one on one so now we gots to fight, son<br>Imagine this, no gun no knife<br>It`s a one on one now we got to fight, yeah<br>Imagine that, no gun no knife<br>It`s a one on one now we got to fight, yeah<br>Imagine this, no gun no knife<br>It`s a one on one, son<br><br>Verse Two:<br><br>Yo I`m a cream fiend, with a mean dream<br>Brain full of schemes, my crew`s rollin fresh out the greens<br>Give you what you never seen, the ips on the Mac-10<br>It`s 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens<br>Try hard and die hard<br>Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lard<br>A walk a piece with a deadly shadow<br>They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow<br>I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker<br>Don`t make hell your new home, with the blue chrome<br>Mistakes want me, sauve fellow but raunchy<br>The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country<br>But only to shed tears for years<br>Too wild for my own self, hopin help is near<br>Street Fightin was cool but in school I brought a new tool<br>Toolin with the devil, a rebel, a fool<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Imagine this no guns no knife<br>Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah<br>Imagine this no gun no knife<br>Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah<br>Imagine this no gun no knife<br>Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah<br>Imagine this no gun no knife<br>Just a one on one, a one on one<br><br>Yeah, take it to the bridge -- Queensbridge<br><br> Yo whassup money? [Yo yo do you remember this face?]<br> [Yeah yeah yeah, run these, run these]<br> *sounds of brawl* [Break you down! Get broke!]<br> [No hands, run that, run that, run that, no hands]<br><br>Verse Three:<br><br>I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep<br>Marked money I keep, play the bitches all week<br>I visualize Coups, alligators in suits<br>Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof<br>Sippin eighty proof, watchin Juice, but hold up<br>I see some brothers tryin to roll up, wishin I could fold up<br>It`s hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie<br>Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me, I`m out...<br><br> Yeah yeah kid, don`t front, 360 degrees, knowhatI`msayin?<br> That`s how it comes back at you. Queensbridge, that`s how we live.<br> South side, all that. New York, light it up, light it up.<br> Yo yo you saw how I snuffed that kid? [Yeah I saw that, I saw that]<br> You know how we steppin. That`s how we do out here in the street fight!