[Intro: Freeway & Sample]
On the street, on the street
On the street, on the street
On the street
Ugh

[Verse 1: Freeway]
Crack in the pot (Pot), Glock on the waist (Waist)
Smokers in the peephole
Welcome to the East Coast, this is where the heat go (Uh-huh)
This is where the young'un's stay strapped, serve crack to the people
Had to spray 'em, break out, like the measles
Hit The Bay, got with Jacka 'cause he pray like I pray
Far as bangin', we are active, tryna take over your atlas
We consistent with the rap and serve slap to the people, hey

[Verse 2: The Jacka & Freeway]
CHIPS is right behind me—try and let us live today
Just cause I'm with Free don't mean we givin' shit away
Forced to be a gangster—you should pray it never gets that way
Make Salat so much, prostration burns on our face
So, when Allah return, the burn'll turn into a light
Guide us through the dark while the pagans lose they mind
So if you wan' survive, we the guys you should get behind (Uh-huh)
Keep the ranks tight, like the lines formed in Jumah
[Verse 3: Freeway]
I'm my mom's only, my dad's favorite; my close homies (Ugh)—
Turned on me for no reason—they such traitors (Damn)
But that's fine (That's fine)
I learned from my mistakes; these are the breaks
They'll never catch me slippin' next time
I tote the nine because I read Qur'ān, I see the signs
I'ma send it straight from the dunyā—how could I be divine?
Don't get it twisted—I'm a repenter, too
Unlimited bars, extended clips when I'm in the booth

[Verse 4: The Jacka]
Allah, I think about You every day; pray You keep my family safe
They ain't ask to be here—they shouldn't pay for my mistakes
Named my first daughter Husseina, then conscience came
Caught up here 'cause I was a dreamer, fell off my dīn
Certain sūrahs, I can't remember—You took away
I need the knowledge back—hope You never turn away
No matter how much I smoke, the pain won't burn away
Drop the jewels in the booth so they'll learn the way

[Verse 5: Freeway]
Too busy chasin' these broads (Ugh), fly sports cars (Uh-huh)
When I should be studyin' hundred and fourteen Surahs
But my family strugglin' I need my money to double
And my last album was only in fourteen stores (Damn)
Now, I put the heat before the chorus, I got heat to spare
Better call Smokey the Bear if you wanna keep your forests
Squeeze and send n***as to the nurse, you 'bout to meet the lords
We gon' take y'all deeper to Allah, send a reaper force