The Streak Lyrics

Closed casket, Paul Bearer bring the urn out
Killer with the flow, won't ever be burned out
Low to the flow, keep a stupendous peace
365 days straight, they want in my streak
Might climb from the graveyard, got illest flavors
And holla at the major, made man, niggas owe a few favors
I gotta stay prayed up, with the times only God can save us
I gotta keep it A+, there's too many fake fucks
Hear the whistles when I pass by
Give one of you niggas are tombstone, in case you ready for your last ride
You try to get cued in the back fight, ain't that right
Your bitch ain't give you no act right, you think she cured you for a last night
She use me as a pacifier, I stay in her throat man
She love me in her mouth, I call it the choke slam
And say hello to the dead man, say hello to the deadman
Took a zip to the face, fifth of henny to the head man
And say hello to the dead man, say hello to the deadman
Took a zip to the face, fifth of henny to the head man
Dead man, dead man
Dead man, dead man
Say hello to the dead man