Just gimme the countdown   Know where we goin {*scratched: "AZ"*}   Uh-huh {*"AZ"*} {*"Streets is yours for the takin now"*}   Feels so good {*"AZ"*}      [AZ]   You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up   Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up   Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble   You see the change when the Range come through   When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled   The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis   It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused   The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it   You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought   But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up   Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups   Then one little thing just, leads to the next and   Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck   Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and   Just so we can go, you was free from the stress   I guess it is what it is      [Chorus: DJ Premier scratching]   "Creepin on a come up" "Streets is yours for the takin now"   "Creepin on a come up" "I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful"   "Creepin on a come up" "Streets is yours for the takin now"   "I'm rather unique" "I'm from the place" "Brooklyn"      [AZ]   You know the saga, who liver, who hotter   Who shot at who at the Ramada   I knew about beef since Bambaataa   Before "Beat Street" streets was heavily deep with the riders   Guns and money, some was hungry   Dysfunctional families that come from junkies   Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries   Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies   Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars   Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla   Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless   Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick   Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it   Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this   So understand I know from firsthand   The lies of a church man, high off his first gram      [Chorus]      [AZ]   The jails is packed, the streets is wack   It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack   Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back   Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed   The coke is up, so now cushion throws what's up   And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch   The D's in the Capris too close to duck   But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts   The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal   Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal   Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep   Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek   Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs   It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big   'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong   You want more then long on to A-Z dot com      [Chorus] w/ ad libs