Nobody survive the streets; it swallows you up Prisons and graveyards are filled with men That thought they could conquer the streets I thought I could In the beginning, everyone was along for the ride But when it was time to pay the piper I stood alone Let me ask you this When we men end up in prison Or worst, dies Who is left behind to raise our kids Or look after our mothers and sisters No one You can't make a hunnid mil in the streets (Nah) A hundred mil in the streets (Oh no) It's time to leave if you still in the streets (Yeah) If you still in the streets (Go home) Fuck around, and you'll get kill in the streets (Ah-hah) You'll get kill in the streets (Oh no) These fake authorities, they failing the streets (Facts) Yeah, they failing the streets (Oh no) Yeah, they failing So what if they come for you Where your bail is The only person you could talk to is the bailiff And life so funny that it's crazy Killa saying this Cause my whole life I burning fire on the plaintiff Plus, you'n even organize dawg, you makeshift This just some words of advice; I hope you take it Think 'bout all your dreams and aspirations You could make it Success bring a hunnid fears Still, you got to chase it The streets, Bring a hundred years Nigga, can you face it I's the open book; I wan' you copy then go paste it This rugged road to riches The struggle, just embrace it '91, Game five Moet, I could taste it It probably got a million in the streets But you gah avoid laying under sheets You going hurt your mother head when you get tuck to bed Thought you wa' going geh the silver but geh trick with lead You can't make a hunnid mil in the streets (Nah) A hundred mil in the streets (Oh no) It's time to leave if you still in the streets (Yeah) If you still in the streets (Go home) Fuck around, and you'll get kill in the streets (Ah-hah) You'll get kill in the streets (Oh no) These fake authorities, they failing the streets (Facts) Yeah, they failing the streets (Oh no) Yeah, they failing Even though the sun rise, we have downtimes Accumulated frustration lead to gun crimes All while looming trust issues plague amongst mine Especially when the only way to ball is if you bounce dimes But before that's a reality, know things hard Like the only way to smoke is if you pinch bags And that's all while putting up with a low paying job Make you catch a bly and leave them hanging like the lynch mob Screaming fuck a smile, I know it's rarely sincere Igloo blood vessels nigga, love don't live here It's a struggle every day, trying get over my fears Cause this cup runneth over full of my tears It probably got a million in the streets But you gah avoid laying under sheets You going hurt your mother head if you get tuck to bed Thought you wa' going geh the silver but get trick with lead You can't make a hunnid mil in the streets (Nah) A hundred mil in the streets (Oh no) It's time to leave if you still in the streets (Yeah) If you still in the streets (Go home) Fuck around, and you'll get kill in the streets (Ah-hah) You'll get kill in the streets (Oh no) These fake authorities, they failing the streets (Facts) Yeah, they failing the streets (Oh no) Yeah, they failing Every street man swear his outcome will end differently than the last But yet he cannot name one in history that has It's not too late for you to get out of the streets and save yourself Trust me, the streets is not only a lie It steals your dreams It stole mine I believe that if every street man could speak from the grave Or from within the fortress of their prison wall They would attest to the fact that the end never justify the means