"Black folks can't never have no fun!" These streets be walking down the avenue (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central! These streets be, crazy! Long Beach to Compton! Always up to no good! Cra

Feeling like Phil when I make the play I light the streets where you are I did not come here from nothin' I need a whole lot of money Crossing these hoes out to featherweight Putting your bitches on layaway Niggas they know me from stuntin' All of my

And the prophecy read that One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains While fighting for survival in the streets To become a crack leader And in

Dirty old town I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed my girl by the factory wall Clouds are drifting across the moon Cats are prowling on their beat Spring's a girl from the streets at night I heard a siren from

Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man And learned to use my hands for protection In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples And

The streets left with me a heavy heart (heavy heart) I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got) Always kept it real from the very start (very start) Niggas ain't thorough like I always start Damn, the game left with me a heavy heart (heavy heart)

I know you feel like you are breaking down. Oh be calm. Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times. And everything's wrong It just gets so hard sometimes As I walk through the streets of my new city My back feeling much better, I suppose I've

The city streets are full of people going Nowhere making time The change from night to day is really only hours Won't somebody throw me down a line They say some days you're gonna win They say some days you're gonna lose I tell you I got news for you

Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That separates whites from blacks Choose sides Run for your life Tonight the riots begin On the back streets of America

I made a million on that corner I mixed perico with baking soda I graduated from the streets, no diploma Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner Graduated from the streets, no diploma No, no, no, no, no, no These hoes, they like niggas that spend money,