[Hook x2:] Man these streets keep on callin me Will I ever make it out of here I don't know [x4] [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Check man its something bout that rush that you get When you cut up a brick When you ridin by the narks right after bustin a lick When put that V in park and shorty s**in ya dick And you do that so much that f**in forget Its the way they respect you, its the way that they fear you No one second guess you when you talkin they hear you Its something bout that rubberband bout to pop and dimes trying to hold ya f**in hand out the f**in spot Everyday a pay day, u never try to make way Feelin like JJ, dynamite in ya hay day They kick it like Pelé around the stair like way day Wake up and say hey, spontaneous vaycay They mad like [?] u tryin to Advil Its that type of morning, been up last night ballin God spoke to me I know that rap my calling But even with Dre's loud I hear that fast life calling [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Dog, the streets used to have my number Back when I had the 15 inch screen Middle [?] Hummer Back when I thought it will be my last summer Starin at the burner eyes wider than a plunger Where on sight they would expunge ya Had I stayed up wouldn't have lasted long Taught me everythang at my high school they didn't have cla**es on Older n***as pa**ed it on Its a gap in our generation these young dudes is [?] We used to ask who snitchin but nowadays who ain't? Had to keep the 4 pound every block had it own pound If a showdown where to go down They'll turn this sh** into a ghost town Lost so many n***as we could be goin fast Honesty I don't think a morning pa**ed I wasn't mourning who had pa**ed And after that life expecting What we don't expect to see Its a bunch of n***a breathing right now that after me And I'm one of the few that made it out the hood successfully I lose all my celebrity all my [?] Left with me [Hook] [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] Every now and then you gotta demonstrate Bust a n***a head for old times sake Look at those signs say Welcome to the D The city that sittin inside a mitten You know the crime state Where Jimmy Hoffa's body locked away in a safe At a time in place where not even time safe I wear a hoodie to war they talkin about me now I wonder would he mature he suppose to be lookin for me now Claim they hidin from me now Until you find me with my foot in your door The street said I made a s**tape No the f** I didn't If I did MTV would nominated me for a Woody Award Thats off the topic tho n***as walked in my house and shoppin in my closet dog I'm not the store With everything I do n***as still sh** on me See Boogie Brown told me get n***a get over it n***a this ain't like you And Imma take cuz advice and move on from you n***as Try to move on me Imma take yo life [Hook]