| Uhh, uhh |
| I know, I mean |
| I be tellin them niggaz man |
| The niggaz, the bitches |
| I even be talkin to the kids man |
| I’m just tryin to let them know |
| I let 'em know about the crime side, the robberies, the drivebys |
| Puffin on lye lye, actin like wiseguys |
| 'Til you see your man up in the coffin |
| Nah he ain’t comin back cousin we lost him |
| These streets will eat your soul, spit out your flesh |
| Try to burn you alive like David Koresh |
| But this is worse than Waco, Tex' |
| This the concrete jungle, and ain’t nobody humble |
| And everybody hustle, but ain’t nobody leavin |
| It’s hell here, we live and dwell here |
| Hell yeah we transport coke, to buy some dope |
| And more drugs, now we pumpin X in the club |
| Bet, the nigga that sold that crack just bought some weed |
| And the nigga that sold that weed just bought some liqs |
| And the liquor man, he fiend for nicotine |
| The cigarette man is cashin in on the bigger dream |
| — recorded too low to decipher, especially with all the ad libs |
| We let 'em know about the snakes in the grass, the crabs on your team |
| Scheme on your fall, like your enemy |
| These streets will hurt your pride, break up your home |
| Have you murder your man and discuss it on the phone — huh? |
| And what I heard he did it just to get known but |
| Ain’t nobody famous, everybody anger us Kids even carry twigs, chicks holdin bangers |
| Associate with stranger, fall in love with danger |
| So we learn to be a menace here |
| My little man was slugged when he was 8, woulda been 10 this year |
| Retaliation that’s a fact, payback’s a bitch |
| So is her sister and brother, Nina and Mac |
| So forth and so on, it’s like a cycle that go on We struggle daily to hold on but we hold on huh |
| We so strong but we born in the struggle |
| So my heart is with the sisters and my niggaz in the struggle |
| BITCHES~!!! |