[Chorus]
They out here wildin' in these streets
They out here stylin' in these streets
They out here lootin' and shootin'
And black profilin' in these streets
They out here dealin' in these streets
They out here stealin' in these streets
They out here illin' and killin'
They hurt yo' feelings in these streets

[Verse 1]
Boy, I tell you these streets ain't no joke
You need to stay up out of 'em before you get smoked
You lookin' like food to a hungry n***a, broke
Every hood in America filled with cutthroats
Police scanners tune into the murder that I wrote
Gave 'em cement shoes and then I tossed 'em off a boat
Make sure all the bubbles disappeared, he didn't float
Left my calling card for the Coast Guard, a suicide note
Sometimes these lil' rappers need to shut they fuckin' mouths
Don't care if you from the East or West or North or South
Where I'm from they bring it to yo' doorstep at your house
What you talkin' 'bout, can't play no football in no blouse
I be runnin' plays like the Quarterback Sneak
I call you Seven Days 'cause your rap style weak
Freak, hit the Cuervo and she just got geeked
Did a dance on the police, then I left 'em in the street
[Chorus]
They out here wildin' in these streets
They out here stylin' in these streets
They out here lootin' and shootin'
And black profilin' in these streets
They out here dealin' in these streets
They out here stealin' in these streets
They out here illin' and killin'
They hurt yo' feelings in these streets

[Verse 2]
Boy, I tell ya that you just won't last
Your mouth gonna write a check that yo' ass can't cash
All the shit you did gon' come back from the past
And when they catch up with you
You know they gon' whoop yo' ass
Consequences, repercussions for them guns that was bustin'
And now the police comin' 'round askin' all them questions
Ain't nobody tell 'em nothin', they don't want to admit it
Street justice is upon him, and they want you to get it
They had motive before they did it
Premeditated, committed murder
And they never, ever once reconsidered
Never heard of such a thing, you get yourself crowned
Tryin' to be the king of this rap underground
Real bad boys move in silence, don't make a sound
Been down, we the reason fake dudes don't come around
Four pound, catch you outta bounds, another body found
Chopped 'em up in pieces and fed 'em to the hounds
[Chorus]
They out here wildin' in these streets
They out here stylin' in these streets
They out here lootin' and shootin'
And black profilin' in these streets
They out here dealin' in these streets
They out here stealin' in these streets
They out here illin' and killin'
They hurt yo' feelings in these streets

[Verse 3]
Boy, would you boss up?
These n***as is mustard, man, they need to catch up
Put ya hands in the air and throw ya sets up
If I ever make it rain, ya might get wet up
I don't walk around a criminal or fakin' I'm a villain
I'm known around the globe for simply makin' a killin'
Man, you all up in yo' feelings, money spending when it's old
And I'm all up in the game, even if the weather's cold
And they still don't know my name, but insane is how I roll
Man I'll blow yo' fuckin' brains on the floor and snatch yo' soul

[Chorus]
They out here wildin' in these streets
They out here stylin' in these streets
They out here lootin' and shootin'
And black profilin' in these streets
They out here dealin' in these streets
They out here stealin' in these streets
They out here illin' and killin'
They hurt yo' feelings in these streets