Bad boys running wild Out in the streets Out in the night If you don't play along with their games And you better get out of their way The dogs are on the run The cats are all in heat Spiders all around you Spinning webs and make you pray

Mi na watch dem face Mannin' da streets Gwann on somethin' Plant up da green so we na touch mutton Na watch nuttin' Don't be about the trouble, just free your mind Don't be under the rubble, this is your time Don't care about the struggle, just free your

I've been runnin' these streets, got me dehydrated I've been livin' so crazy, feel like I'm dyin', baby Blood in my eyes, I'm goin' blind, oh I'm dyin' so I can live, so I can live, I resurrected it Stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze I'm

Nothing but blue skies There's spring in the air They're sweeping the streets Wind is a breeze The sun becomes her he agrees What's holding up her face? Passage ways to windows That don't close Where do you live?

Bitch niggas (bitch niggas) That's some good-ass weed Check it out Dawg, this game is a motherfuckin' trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin' to run up on me Hollerin' about word on the streets is this nigga said this Man I don't give a fuck

So look in my eyes, what will you leave behind once you've gone? (so precious) You got what you came for now I think its time to move on (when will you say) But these ghosts come alive like water and wine To them these streets belong My hands are soaking

The sky is crying the streets are full of tears Rain come down wash away my fears And all this writing on the wall Oh I can read between the lines Rain come down forgive this dirty town Rain come down and give this dirty town A drink of water a drink of

We are on the march of the damned Of the damned March of the damned Can't stop us They don't know why Can't hurt us We'll never die We're walking, the streets

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a

My heart getting cold Then the streets getting colder They said I would't make it no way I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold Told them I would make it one day Young lord knows I never had a role model I was loading gold hollows in my