I Keep My Palm On The Handle (Original Version)

[Intro]
Yeah
This Herb McGruff
This right here goes out
To all the real brothers in the street
That do what they gotta do to eat
Word, fuck them cops on the beat
Check it out yo

Hey yo
[Hook x4]
The streets is a gamble
Keep my palm on the handle
It's all about survivin'
So a brotha gotta scramble

[Verse 1]
Hey yo the streets is my bread and butter
I'm slicing chumps with my metal shutter
To slump them in the ghetto gutter
'Cause where I'm from only the strong survive, kid
I did about 5 bids for mad shit that I've did
And any chump I buck, I finish
Yo, it's Gruff the menace
Straight outta 139 and fuckin' Lennox
I got shit sold, yeah, I'm runnin' things
Puttin' holes in nigga's heads
The size of motherfuckin' onion rings
Because it's all about the cash and the turf
For those who talk trash
I'll put they ass in the earth, yeah
My line of work, babe, is hits and hustle
I know we hardly spend no time, boo
But still and all I love you
Every single day, yo, I'm tired of hearin' sirens
But I gotta hit the street
'Cause the white man ain't hirin'
But that's suttin' I gotta handle
Because I'm a man who
Know the streets is a gamble

[Hook x4]
The streets is a gamble
Keep my palm on the handle
It's all about survivin'
So a brotha gotta scramble

[Verse 2]
Like I said, yo, the street is how I eat
Police be on the beats yo, but I still pack my heat
I gotta get cash and cold build up my stash
The money's coming fast, but how long its gonna last?
The streets is a gamble, but yo
I'm a gamble takin' high roller
And my turf; I'm ready to die over
Nowadays you can't trust a soul
Cross Gruff and I'ma bust a hole
In your head and make it fuckin' swoll'
You're lookin' for the enemy
They might be in your Benz car
Just know, who your friends are
'Cause it's all about the endz, pa
But yo, The Gruff is mad street wise
And on my waist; my heat lies
You creep guys
Whoever my pistol meets; dies
Hey yo, this man is known for trigger squeezin'
And leavin' niggas bleedin'
And the reason? Because it's duck season
So just listen to this vandal
Who's always in some scandal, yeah
And know the streets is a gamble

[Verse 3]
Yo, it ain't no joke
When I'm broke and gettin' smoked
Throw papi in the yoke
Slit his throat to take the coke
Because that's how I'm livin' in the streets
Gruff play for keeps
Me and my peeps
TNT makin' sweeps
But I ain't even worried about
Those creatures in the caravan Jeeps
They rushin' leaps
On a brotha who sleeps
I'm on point, like a needle
Even though, I smoke the lethal
And keep the Desert Eagle
To protect me and my people
I'm know for tearin' off lids
Never ran with soft kids
The brothas that I run with
I met doin' up North bids
It's Herb McGruff, you know the deal cops
'Cause when the steel pops
Whoever cap', my peel drops
I keep it real, hops
Puttin' holes in suckas, like a sandal
McGruff; the violent vandal, yeah
Hey yo, the streets is a gamble

[Hook x4]
The streets is a gamble
Keep my palm on the handle
It's all about survivin'
So a brotha gotta scramble

[Outro]
Yeah, that's how we do it in the streets
You know what I'm sayin'? Word
Yo peace to the NFL crew
Peace to my man Wayne, Don
Yo everybody you know what I'm sayin'
Word, and I'm out