Throw It Up (from "Crime Life: Gang Wars" soundtrack)

[Kuniva:]
Now when you repping in these streets, say it
And if you handling your beef, say it
You got your hood on lock, say
If it's crime on your block, say

Now when you repping in these streets, say it
And if you handling your beef, say it
You got your hood on lock, say
If it's crime on your block, say

[Proof:]
I'm big men on campus
Have they ass off the street cancerous
We call that the "Hammer Dancers"
That's the 3-5-7, now the feds want us
Cause we lead dump and head hunters
Borough of every hood, in this crime life
My name painted on the block or this limelight
A G ain't nothing but a letter, you can hang, man
And these gang wars though out the gang lands
Got no problem with hurting a church
My model was murking 'em first
When they said they serving their turf
With no sea food, make 'em see through
I'm into slapping niggas, next nigga

[Swifty McVay:]
...Me too
My eliminations way too hasty, they don't chase me (Uh-huh)
I send more red dots than pastries
When the medal is won, label me the desolate one
It ain't no settling beef, I'm destined to come
To any hood, it ain't no justice, you wishing it was
This crime life got me stealing your goods
I'm a mental patient, on the way to the central station
Ain't no wasting time and I'm sure I ain't facing time
Breaker 1-9, the narcs be swarmim'
On they walkie-talkies, trying to block me with a warning
I'mma disappear like Spawn, and be gone
To the other side of the country, by the morning
Yeah!

[Kuniva:]
Now when you repping in these streets, say it
And if you handling your beef, say it
You got your hood on lock, say
If it's crime on your block, say

Now when you repping in these streets, say it
And if you handling your beef, say it
You got your hood on lock, say
If it's crime on your block, say

[Kon Artis / Mr. Porter:]
Cold nights in the pen turn a heart cold
Cold pinches we sleep on keep a back strong
My brother told me, "Lil' homie, don't get this wrong
If I get locked, make sure you keep the dough flowing
The spots oweing, no slowing, get your grind on"
I said, "For sure," and now you know I got the hood sawed
"My lil' bro keep up the front like he the one that owe"
By the time they figure out, I'll be dead and gone

[Kuniva:]
Now be careful when you see them homies hop out that ride
How you can catch a body shot and knock your ribs out your side
And the cops are hesitant to come through these parts here
We head hunters, so it's evident that we spark fear
Token notes, but always give it to a person in need
Of a serious chin checking, and we're cursing indeed
To get our point across, clearly ain't no misunderstanding
Now there's nothing you can do to keep these missiles from landing
When the hooligans come out, you should be running for cover
By the time you recover from a hit, then here comes another
And you know our presence is felt like Christmas Eve
Make an example out of you, for her and his to see, boy!

[Bizarre:]
Come to your car window (Yeah), you and your boys get out (Get out!)
AK, tech nine, shots rang out
It's Christmas time, my kid needs some toys
That's why I'm in the mini-van, with two of my boys (Yeah!)
The king, nigga, I'm a don
Detroit: where niggas snatch cardies out basan
I'm drunk as (fuck), go on lock me out
And when I wake up, I'll be at your house choking you out
I'm so (fucking) out of my mind
A Muslim that eats swines with two and a half lines
Street wars, my niggas ready to fight
Guns, pipes, we ready tonight!

[Kuniva:]
Now when you repping in these streets, say it
And if you handling your beef, say it
You got your hood on lock, say
If it's crime on your block, say

Now when you repping in these streets, say it
And if you handling your beef, say it
You got your hood on lock, say
If it's crime on your block, say