Ghetto life, aint about the gunz and knifes../
Its about how to survive in the gutter's paradise/
Yeah, dats right, no fun tonight, eyes dialated wide../
Never know when da deadly tide will wash us dry../
Dead on da cement, this is da life we thrive../
Day to day passes by, like dat Mta Busline ../
Waiting as I mix da moonshine, gettn paid livin by da life of crime.
Slangin da yay faster dan a runaway slave doing time../
Twenty's, Cinos, and Fiftys react towards me like enzymes../
Drugs are the catalyst that move the grind../
Lets see how many lost souls come bye and take a try...
Of the cavi high that makes their brain cells fry../
This da cruel reality of the Ghettos bee hive../
You may not make it out alive unless you aint afraid to die../