G-Clef Da Mad Komposa - Street Degrees lyrics

[Intro: sample from "Gladiator"] The Gods favor you, red is the God's color You will need their help today... [Chorus 2X: G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] This is k**a sh**, acid spit Turn the heat up, let 'em bake Fake miscellaneous, birth spontaneous Put it work, Mediterranean, the Capo Regime Street Degrees; Shaolin to Queens [Solomon Childs] Business as usual, never sloppy, murder motherf**ers, casual Gun game, target aim, beauti'fal, team that's suited about n***as that don't bull, but pull and k**, big money, but I'm hard to k** I'm equipped with more than sk**s, Staten Island Land of the murder hills, and dead end blocks Rosco and the c**aine dealers, got the same Glocks I'm dedicated to the blocks, dedicated to them pushing the rocks Pushing dead bodies off the peers, I ain't Usher, I don't wanna 'burn' Push ya silly a** down the stairs, advice, hennessy and purple haze Clear your fears and have you growing chest hairs, n***a [Chorus 2X] [Solomon Childs] You know it's songs like this, that give k**as like this High temperature, just wanna see the foam coming outta cowards mouth Big up to them gangstas, wildin' in the dirty south f** game playing, I want world power, throw in the towel, boom, like gun powder You heard the Jada, c**aine scales that'll weigh the whales Felonies, outside and inside of jails VSOP, Newports, we starving, n***a we starting Like gasoline fires, game over, quiet, now retire Two attempts, beat one prior, and ain't nobody gonna get the 'best of me' Homey, like I was Mya, flip a beat like Hezekiah This is real liver, straight fire, baby, baby