The Giancana Story

* send corrections to the typist<br><br>(Chorus)<br>The streets, yo where it happen at<br>The streets, is where they clapping at<br>The streets, is where the action at<br>The streets, is where they packing at<br>The streets, is where its cracking at<br>The streets, bringing it back to that<br>The streets, banging ya gat to that<br>The streets, start hanging back to that<br><br>[Kool G. Rap]<br>My niggas ride where they bust at<br>Die where they bust at my murderous guys<br>Slinging them pies where they lust at<br>Or corners where they hang most<br>Name boast and bank toast<br>Drive with the thing close<br>Slide with a James post<br>Empty clips is on now<br>Coke fiends are strung out<br>Broke niggas bum out<br>Jakes holdin they gun out<br>When back streets are taped up<br>Bodies laying faced up<br>Cats running with ace up<br>The spots get `em paced up<br>The street lamps are broke now<br>Mad bitches to bone now<br>When niggas peep your home out<br>And flip when they zoned out<br>Thugs bringing the street war<br>Bust shots let the heat roar<br>Taking trips to be more<br>With bricks up in to fiend off<br>The towns where they spray shit<br>Bust rounds and lay shit<br>Selling pounds` a great shit<br>And clowns get their face-lift<br>Spots where gats pop off<br>Shots clear the block off<br>Slugs knock your block off<br>And have you licking hot sauce<br><br>(Chorus)<br><br>On the corners where the dice roll<br>And clubs where the ice glow<br>The lames get their life stole<br>And bleed from a knife fold<br>Niggas laying they law down<br>Some draw with a four-pound<br>PJ`s are tore down<br>Thoughts of laying hos down (The streets)<br>Blocks where they lick shots<br>And rock what the fifth cocked<br>Kids cop the six drop<br>From brick box and zip locks<br>Towns where niggas kill at<br>Posting where it`s real at<br>Keeping gats concealed at<br>See a foe you peel at<br>Strip where you get ripped off<br>Hot lead get licked off<br>Fronting and your clicks off<br>All your jewels get stripped off<br>Sidewalks where they creep up<br>Get locked up with a street bop<br>Kids running with heats up<br>Lifting both of your feets up<br>Niggas they let their guns loose<br>They wild guns loose<br>Gat up under the chin<br>Blow a niggas shit through the sunroof<br>Decide where they pack nines<br>The chrome gat shines<br>You try to clap mine<br>You outta line niggas get flat lined<br><br>(Chorus)<br><br>Now Chickens a get your crew laced<br>For rocks and a blue face<br>Niggas giving they screwface<br>For the loot and the suitcase<br>Spots that blood spills on<br>And dealers clock a `mil on<br>Murderers get their kill on<br>Mad cash is ill-on<br>Beef turning to combat<br>For life so they pump gats<br>Little kids they harm that<br>Put bombs where your moms at<br>Niggas tied up and kidnapped<br>And smacked up with big gats