[Rocky Raez]
Yea, ok, yo, listen, check it, yo Heyo these streets hate me, but they made me a animal
We little ghetto boys that was raised on the avenue
We drug dealers, stick-up kids, and what have you
In rap battles with the audience that clap at you
My block crazy, I never seen a CAB pa** through
On bright sunny days you can see my black shadow
Gats with barrels s**ed under the apparel
And that's natural in a city with CRACKED statutes
Please believe it, gun shots some keep secrets
You keep sleepin', get caught in ya Jeep preachin
Always listen to an old man when he speakin'
To learn how to keep AT LEAST A GRAND on the weekend
Learn how to an*lyze a man when he creepin'
Learn not to never burn a bridge when you leakin'
That's street knowledge, write it down and speak about it
Drug dealers use this rap the street OUTLETS
I leave doubters in the back and move outwards
Watch for them n***az with Timbs and loose outfits
Guns don't k** people, the bullets'll k** people
And bullets leave holes in people you just see through
It's all mathematics it's what the streets equal
These streets EVIL, city n***az with Desert Eagles
They won't hesitate to drive-by in TINTED regals
And that's how it is in my life, that's how it is
(Yea, it's Rocky Raez y'all, the Ghostwriters) [Chorus]x2
Heyo, what's really good? (We over)
''cause I got it on lock (In my hood)
We hustle what we could (In yo' block)
You n***az ain't stop (In my block) [Vinnie Paz talking during chorus]