The show, the days, worldwide, right up on May DayWe come from a city where the young dies So while they get to use them, push your timeOnce you lose them, that's the reason why we must tryThe streets hot from the night till the sunriseAnd this is what it sounds likeCame up from the ground likeI wake up early, momma yawnin', mine addicted to money*** the clip and them hunnids and half an a** of that scopeReady to hit the block, tryna stick em in for the tummyIf I don't make it home, tell my momma to pray for meI'ma get it cause I got em, raised in it from the bottomSome shut up and give me profitThey want me dead and I swear that it ain't no stoppin'I'ma go out and get it, just watch me pop off your socketPlay the 8 for you haters, they see me at corner pocketsWe the best, that's the lesson, I thank you for the collegeImagine me, I'm gutter, to be the best is a habitI swear that till I perish, I keep this s**t in panic modeWe come from a city where the young dies So while they get to use them, push your timeWe rise and lose and that's the reason why we must tryThe streets dark from the night till the sun riseAnd this is what it sounds likeCame up from the groundI watch me groove through the city, it's gotta be my religionOnly vision to get it is take it without a witnessSay that they want me dead and this s**t, that's my decisionRockin' with middle fingers, the punks in the penitentiaryWalk the block with this energy, give a mug at my enemiesTell them who they supposed to be, hang them up like a posyPlay them like Monopoly, till the end of my time I beG-U-C-T-A, Mr. H-O-O-D, the prodigyTell them they can follow me, holding cabbage and celeryGettin' money heavily, f**kin' up on that briberyAin't no vegetarians, play with me and you burger meBetter have a pass and hit my streets with the courtesyWe come from a city where the young dieSo while they get to you, step, push your c**ts highFind your loser, that's the reason why we must tryThe streets talk from the night till the sun riseAnd this is what it sounds likeCame up from the groundI ride from the ghetto with the reggaePeople only recognize the realCops hit we cause we don't squealBut we don't give a f**k what all them feelSee ain't nobody stopping we, tell them pass back awayNot where we come, not where we come from, we don't care but what them better sayLet them know we do not play, taking over soon as theyLet us up in the door so we can shi-di-di-di-di-do our thingWe come from a city where the young dieSo while they get to you, step, push your c**ts highFind your loser, that's the reason why we must tryThe streets talk from the night till the sun riseAnd this is what it sounds likeCame up from the groundWe come from a city where the young dieSo while they get to you, step, push your c**ts highFind your loser, that's the reason why we must tryThe streets talk from the night till the sun riseAnd this is what it sounds likeCame up from the ground*