Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

I was just underrated, then I turned to a beast (Hey) Eat you like a gator when you stuck up in the streets (Ahh) I got 4 kids and they mouths gotta feast (Feast) Get a lick on the north and I sold it on the east (East) I know I'm a dawg 'cause I'm

I can feel it in my teeth Are you into the beat? And it's driving me mad I can feel it in my teeth and it's driving me crazy It's driving me crazy, it's driving me mad Electrified harmonious I think I'll take it out to the streets Somebody please stop me

These streets ain't so pretty What good would that be Would you like me if I had a gun Dodging cops always on the run now Getting caught up over petty drama Selling drugs to somebody's momma I'm telling you these streets ain't I swear everything that

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

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

Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (Woah) like the beginning of "Mean Streets" Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (oh) I'm prolific, so gifted I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kidding Breaking down a Swisher in front

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

(Cause I'm out here grindin') I don't care what nobody say I'm a be me (be me) Stay hood, stay raised in the streets Niggas talk about greatness whenever they speak about me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie I

The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama stop breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down