[Verse 1: Gus da Vigilante]

Through different days, same shit

Everybody thinking of a quick scheme to get rich

Life a struggle, shoulda hustled

Or just do a stick and spend time for credit cards pumpin'

What - a drug posession charge don't make cars attack

Still it's five down, goin' out of town with a pound of weed

And tryna get back on the street, suicidal mind just weep

Tryna reach his kid, standin' on the edge of a porch

You got nothin' to live for, another kid turn to alcohol

Just tryna solve a problem, it's common

Up to this day, everybody tryna get paid and get laid

Pack protection, or catch AIDS

So get shot, murder, what's the rap

Crooked cops, and cajuns sellin' like crack

Killin' blacks, but I ain't tryna hear that

Everything all in 360, so we 'bout to take it back

[Verse 2: Guru]

Ayo, tha ill shit's depicted, when we kick shit, realistic

Today I got mad problems for bein' a black man

I'm not that man that wants to get dissed by the taxman

So I'ma say what I really need, I'm cravin' more green

I'm talkin' returns they owe me

Unless you really know me, don't act like you know me

See, white kids are sayin' "nigga" and they violatin' (VIolatin')

I got more black panthers than the movie that they made (Yeah)

I'm down with Premo, Shug, Jeru and the Group Home (Yeah)

M.O.P., Stikken Moov and niggas'll never leave my back alone (Never)

And so you know, these type of brothers multiply

That's why we must live fly and fakin' jax die (Die)

I gets mine, I gets mine, too grown for dumb shit

Caught up in the street life, so I keep at least one clip (At least one)

To deal with strife, and that's life (That's life)

[Hook:]

Keep ya eyes on people, because they scopin'

Don't be gettin' caught sleepin' in these streets wit' ya eyes wide open

There's no right to the night, ghetto kids is trife

Be alert, pack ya gat, watch yo' back, that's life

[Verse 3: Gus da Vigilante]

I'm drinkin' that liquor 'til my eyes glaze, drownin' my brain

Mind on capital gain, wise eye on my game plan

Movin' the grand steadily, enough to build PJ's in Beverly

Kick rhymes in my art proceeds

Monopoly's Queens style, baggy guess profile

Cars get 19 gallons to the mile

Livin' in luxuries, like everything fancy

Chicken headz be trickin' on me, the streets treat me lovely

Focusin' all the lies in the sheisty's eyes

Use their weakness to their demise, 'cause they small in size

And I see the big picture, I put ya six feet for six figures - Aight?

Puttin' it on the opposition so my Nine stays tight

The street life under them street lights is right

[Verse 4: Lil' Fame]

So everything will be aight

I know some shit that happened recent, it was two kids beefin'

Heard one was snitchin' in the precinct, hit the Deps up decent

Put him to rest, got it up off his chest, ain't got rid of the stress

When a hollow point can see right through his flesh

Who said life is equal? Kid, there's no sequel

When I messes I pray to God, put me with my people

(To the death!)

M.O.P niggas sling Glocks and bitch niggas that bring cops

And sling rocks for green, get the greens out

(We keep it in the fam!)

Due thing, no move fakin', get the bread, fuck the fakin'

'Cause the loot is for the takin'

Ain't tryin' to be mistaken for the next John Doe

Roll with the strong flow, so I can see long dough

[Hook:]

Keep ya eyes on people, because they scopin'

Don't be gettin' caught sleepin' in these streets with your eyes wide open

There's no right to the night, ghetto kids is trife

B alert, pack ya gat, watch yo' back, Life!

[Verse 5: Gus da Vigilante]

Living life on the streets, trife it's murder left and right

In front of my vision, most of my fams are missin'

Locked down or laid down

The plan to get grands, whether it's goin' hand to hand

Legal checks, doin' stick ups with TECs, get those the objects

Constant currency is the theory for livin' comfortably, indeed

Some got mouths to feed, so they push more keys than a locksmith

Some lay stiff, 'cause of loose lips

We constantly at war with forge - What for?

'Cause niggas don't use they hands no more

We gettin' one to threes for packin' heat, that shit's beyond me

'Cause livin' legal over illegally, we can all be bodies

Even the innocent get slain, stray bullets are never aimed

So maintain the struggle of your life

[Verse 6: Billy Danze]

Ever since the age of thirteen I had a dream, opposite of Dr. King

'Cause I was amped over green

Only one way to stay alive on these streets of the feel

Where it's real, keep my steel to survive

Ready to check chumps, when I catch chumps eyein' me

That's just the way niggas done fucked up society

I got a son now, and I'm getting older

(Yeah, you gotta be there with lot of gold on his shoulder!)

I know, and it's a long way to go before I end the mob

When I ain't gotta let my burner bug

'Cause check it, niggas be flippin', whole missions

Shorties totin' more hammers than they holdin' that Ford Dixon

Listen, it doesn't matter, who's the biggest or baddest

What matter is who's fast enough to splatter brains out this muthafucka

Livin' these ways, goin' out in a blaze, now bring me a phrase

Billy's name rephrase

(And thou shalt not kill!)

Thy shall not be killed, fuckin' round on this hill

You know me, I'm emotional like Free

And my peoples from M.O.P, yeah, that'll perish they'll cherish

Niggas be dyin' over loot, so now I gotta, put on a suit

And give a dead man a salute, for his life!