Nigga you heartless
 you ain't heartless
 you dont want no part in this
 you ain't got it in ya
 I'm born to be a sinner
 as I move through these evil New York streets
 like grease
 and some kids get caught up
 all up in the crime rate
 couldn't hold your nine straight when you was bustin
 your whole clip and hittin nothing
 your whole block on him  only two niggaz got him
 came down fast
 with the cash and the product
 caught you pants down with ya clothes off

 a nigga never knows...a nigga never knows

 you got your ryhmes niggas?
 bring em-we start that
 its concrete combat-where I'm at
 a crime covered city
 where theres no time for pity
 we comin from the village
 of the unprivledged
 blood soaked bills through murder actions
 transactions all illegal
 I smell the cheeb like a beagle
 evil stalks and lurks
 dominate and do worse in my dwelling
 niggaz filling shells and compelling to bust melons
 (we just) bring to these fellas

 [chorus 2X]
 These evil streets iz rough
 ain't no one we can trust
 either roll with the rush or get rushed
 cause all we got iz us

 these evil streets...

 Verse 2:
 Seen the world through the eyes of a nigga on the brink
 drugs got my brain fried making it hard to think
 I'm trapped in these evil streets
 drivin some scuffed up ragged down beat up past tims
 some kid pulls up with chrome dimple guided rims
 now I'm thinking its 3 in the a.m.
 I'm walking and he in a BM
 drop top 3-he dont even see me
 would you believe, he saw my gun in 3D
 10 blocks later trying to work the cd
 spotted 15 on the BQE
 cause ain't no way them pigs is baggin me
 and up a Sonsee we official nasty

 For niggas that force the issue
 my man'll toss the pistol
 and of course I hit you
 let that loss be with you
 the more L's the higher
 streets are fire
 make ice hearts in men
 for worldly desire
 its the black attack
 born on the corner
 nigga grew up fast to get that looter ready to shoot 'er
 and he do anything to achieve it (better believe it)
 grew up in a band of theives
 who retrieves the goods
 stacking stacks
 and pushing niggas shit back like they should
 while we was gone
 some shit undeveloped
 now parlay, sit back
 and watch armys swell up
 yeah....punk niggaz

 [chorus x4]
 As we move through these evil streets...

 Verse 3:

 Only nigga that can kill me is the nigga in the mirror
 but when I cup the mic and make my fighting words clearer
 a nigga without a gun is like something is missing
 that was my employer-when I aint have a pot to piss in
 (so listen) keep a gun, even if its not needed
 better that than to have none and to be in deep shit
 We mold on niggaz like Bacteria grows
 fools they lucky if they walk away with a black eye and a broken nose
 nigga, we kill niggaz
 for Polo and Hilfigers
 its all for real ill niggaz
 and steel figures
 ain't nothin over here
 wont be soft
 shit be jumping off
 on the rag
 dont beat me in the head with that
 go head with that
 I think back me in my mans rover
 rip out sombodys grandmother
 pulled out, the bitch ran for cover
 keep niggaz guessin with our face without expressions
 for niggaz stressin
 I leave a lifetime impression
 it shines like aggression when the flame comes out
 saw the bout, what you got, when your gang runs out
 shits hot, you could get burned with heat
 we take turns to sleep
 you better learn the street
 knowledge
 damn, you could get shot for 5 dollars
 its live wires
 with no signs of survivors...

 [chorus]
 These evil streets iz rough
 ain't no one we can trust
 either roll with the rush or get rushed
 cause all we got iz us
 These evil streets iz rough
 ain't no one we can trust
 either roll with the rush or get rushed
 cause all we got iz us
 these evil streets