[Verse 1: TXX Will]
I started out broke as a motherfucker, me, my sister and brother
Ain't got nobody to call daddy, 'cause all he did was sleep with my mother
By the time I turned 15, this broke thing started to get old
A n***a needed a hustle, some type of way to stack a bankroll
So I headed out on a mission, didn't waste no time, got straight to the point
Got a dime bag of weed, now I'll probably roll 'bout 25 joints
That's when I started to hustle, and got my first taste of paper
I really thought I was doing some, but I found out the truth later
It was fun counting 1's, and I probably flashed them once or twice
But it wasn't long after that, [?] get cash with my [?]
My 1's turned to 5's, n***a, and fivе'll give me 10
Hit thesе [?] slide with my [?]
Years later, became a player, with the the shit I do, really ain't no game
'Cause now [?] moved onto something that stepped on solidified cocaine
Now I can [?] so I'm tryna tell a n***a nothing twice
[?] slip your ice, n***a, that's the price
You might have to pay in this street life

[Chorus: Short Nitty]
Street life
Now that's the only life I know
Street life
So I be [?] til I'm old
Street life
So when I die, just let me go
Street life
Lord have mercy on my soul
[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
It's 1973, ain't no problems, everybody's happy
Mama just had her second son, and named me after daddy
The happieness only lasted for about 5 more years
The day my birth daddy passed, now mama's full of tears
It's making me cry, but I don't know why that everybody's saying
I'm 5 years old, a baby boy, I bairley knew my dad
Since I believed in Jesus, I know he had to meet the reper
Since everybody [?] now my brother becomes my teacher
He's teaching me what I need to know, 'bout living in them streets
Sick of seeing mama struggle, so I was forsed to get out and hustle
Bairley in my teens, having dreams of fancy things
Ain't a n***a that can stop me, I'ma get it by any means
Beginning my jerny as you would say, down the wrong path
Not giving a fuck where I'm headed, n***a, I'm just blindly chasing cash
I [?] the meanest n***as, and the toughest
Wasn't another group of n***as in our town that can touch us
Kicking [?] with everything [?]
The interest [?] crack cocaine, came in 85
You wouldn't believe the amounts of cash that flowed through our camp
With the cash came the fame, the fame's [?]
Around this time, a few of my n***as [?]
All the while, stacking my chips, living hog style
Not giving a fuck about none of these n***as, it's love for my peeps
A n***a can't tell me shit, I gets love on these streets
[Chorus: Short Nitty]
Street life
Now that's the only life I know
Street life
So I be [?] til I'm old
Street life
So when I die, just let me go
Street life
Lord have mercy on my soul

[Verse 3: Short Nitty]
Coming up prideful, [?] heartless ass n***a
Surrounded by killers, dope dealers and [?]
Claming [?] deep
My [?] teeth
My angel with me
[?]
Ain't no mercy, controversys all around me
Now ain't no telling when they'll underground me
'Cause I done seen so many n***as buried
So many obituaries, so many [?]
Now who would've thought that this bitch ass society?
Would see a young generation dying violently
Handcuffed to the gutters, mugging motherfuckers
And clutching pistols [?] want ruckous
I bails on my neighborhood corner stop
Steady mobbin with n***as down [?] with Glocks
Wanna pop a motherfucker in my city, if they step to this
Murdering the ghetto, I ain't never show [?]
Ghetto often wonder why so many of us die
[?] heartless corners [?]
Living that
This motherfucking ghetto
This ghetto got me living that
[Chorus: Short Nitty]
Street life
Now that's the only life I know
Street life
So I be [?] til I'm old
Street life
So when I die, just let me go
Street life
Lord have mercy on my soul