the street, a place for my head to rest, i feel at peace,
the sounds of the sirens , gunshots, it goes deep,
see all theez peeps walkin like a bunch sheeps,
the sound of trucks rollin by pumpin beats,
is the place for me to be, u see, u get used to the city,
its a way of life, kid walkin by later that night got snapped wit a knife, livivn trife , hollar out i need a ghetto wife , one whos there chillin watchin my back, guy on tha corner smokin crack,
money in the streets constetly stacked,
watchin round waitin 4 an attack, see i like that ,
no time to react, i love that