(Shyna)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Streets got you, streets got you
Streets got you, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Shyna - 2x]
Streets got ya, living life like a true soldier
Though it feels, like your time is over
Pray to God that you see another day

[Trae]
I know I gotta be strong, cause its my life man
I only got one to live, and I know I'm fin to make it man
I put that on my right hand, to the man I never let em do me in
You fin to feel the rap, the young guerilla n***as moving in like the wind
Got a big brother named Biggy in Penitentiary
No matter what happens till I die, you can depend on me, my n***a
Screw passed away, and that's what got me through my hard times
My sister went to the penn, so just for him its fin to go down (I promise dat)
And I won't fall off, every n***a that hate I'ma haul on
And I know you don't wanna get knocked off, it'll be best to back on up dog
All a n***a wanna do is get paid, hit the streets we Guerilla Maab made
For the 2K2 I gotta live lade, and leaving em as if they on raid
Bitches fiend get up out of my life, its all about me and my family
N***as united for cash, and South click without a doubt M double A-B
No what I mean I'm gon survive, one of the hardest underdogs
Straighten em up off of they feet for life, n***as I'm hitting they ain't right
And I better get to the light, bitch