[Crystal singing]



[Hook x2: Crystal]

In these streets, thugs bust shots duck cops

Ride 4's drop tops, or rocks on my block

Stay focused, keep toting that heat

Right hand to the man, other hand on my peeps



[Lil' Keke:]

Real gutter and grimey, and my hood is riding

I was born in the city, where the streets are watching

Them FED's in town, so we dodging devices

Suffering out here, up and down crack prices

Weed in the jam, and the drank is slow

And the last couple months, it's a hundred and fo'

Bought a new AR, it's getting close to Christmas

And parole board tripping, so they killing the system

The block is in pieces, been good to me

And I still make a move, for some 14-3

I'm with a click of dope boys, on cruise control 

We just riding through the streets, on snitch patrol

Rock stars on the hunt, so the track is jumping

All nighters go-getters, O.G.'s is pumping

Back to the streets, just to cook that hard up

Summer time coming, I'ma dress my yard up



[Hook x2]



[Lil' Keke:]

I'ma tear the game up, 'fore they drop my coffin

Been a thug all my life, this a gangsta talking

You right, I sleep all day and work nights

I follow the vision, I see the paper in my sight

I popped out drop top, it's time for holding

I'm so-so focused, but picture me rolling

We all gotta eat, when the price is cheap

The streets run deep, you either wolf or sheep

These hustlers getting killed, I got some partnas that died

They calling it genocide, I'm calling it homicide

I still ride lonely, keep the heater on me

Shake your hand eye to eye, peep that you phony

G's in the Pen, who been sending the kites

And them boys in the lab, shuffling both of the mics

I prayed everytime, that a young nigga did it

As long as I'm free, I got a chance here to get it



[Hook x2]



[Lil' Keke:]

It goes down, for the greens and the bacon

White Black, Haitian Jamaican

I'm after Benji's, till they bust my pockets

I ain't got time to knock it, cause it's all for profit

I'm walking latitude, while the globe is turning

And my pen go to tripping, when the kush is burning

Filet mignon, from a Chimmy Chan wing dinner

You in the presence, of a real live bread winner

Boys all star prone, welcome to Texas

Where boys in the streets, real hungry and desperate

Still in the mix, and still chasing a buck

And I never lose the fight, cause I never give up

I been selling rocks, nigga cast a stone

You get one shot to shine, when it's on it's on

Every boy every girl, every woman and man

I got a million dollar plan, I'm calling it Promise Land



[Hook x2]



[Crystal singing]