[Verse 1]

It's the first of the month and my beeper is blowing

I can't stop cause my cash is flowing

I'm baggin' em' up bustin' em' down quickly

Cause I got five brothers waitin' on me at Thrifty's

I'm in the other bucket on the late night pursuit

With two kis and and forty ounce of brew

I ain't trippin' cause my tags are legit

Ah shit, now them tats is on my tip

So I drops my brew, what the fuck am I to do (Pass the street to shake that fool)

So I smashed on my pedal and rolled down Golden Gate

And threw these motherfuckin' kis in the lake



[Verse 2]

Guess who comes through, it's a fool

I gat tapped that ass, red dog, and boo

We kicks it on the Hill everyday

Slangin' rocks with glocks now we gots to get paid

The street life's how I'm livin' and the po-po tryin' to get me

But they can't catch up to a motherfuckin' philly

That's how I'm livin' in the day

But when it comes night I packs a forty and an AK

Waitin' for some punk to jump so I can start to pop

And put some motherfuckin' holes in his drop

The watch his ass grasp, then I laugh

He shouldn't have last so I taxed his punk ass



[Chorus]

Street life, because there's no place I can go

Street life, it's the only life I know

Street life, there's a thousand lives a day

Street life, until you play your life away



[Verse 3]

A young brother in the game with my fame and glory

I'm really down for my pops and the hardcore stories

Mandatory is my money, ya best believe

Because I'm rollin' through ya town with gold tone D's

Lookin' clean with my mug on mean

But in the ghetto it ain't nothin' but dope fiends

I pull up on the turf not thinkin' of gettin' burnt

With a nine in the trunk it ain't gon' be no funk

Serious about my mail, don't give a fuck about a jail cell

Because I post bail and all hell breaks loose

Cause I got juice, though it seems to me

In reality the other man is out to get me



[Verse 4]

Forever on the run, that shit ain't funny

And I ain't never heard of no extra money

The ninety-eight cents, no food for less

I send a dope fiend to steal my Guess

The ghettos of a way where the players star

Where white men won't, where white kids won't

They say it ain't cool and it's bad for they health

And if ya hit magazine then break ya self

Cause that's the rules man and don't ask why

Either you slang, gangbang, or die

My only concern is to strive

Fucked up around in the street life



[Chorus]



[Verse 5]

The reason I ain't do eighteen yet, check

Is because I got people praying for me, bet

I pays my ties even though the money's filthy

Don't wanna go to church because I feel guilty

The way of the street life is really quite scary

Thinkin' tomorrow man I might get married

So when I leave my pad I grab mt glock

And my bulletproof vest and my ski mask dock

On the gooch pal, I won't be caught out of bounds

Can't let these fools stop my life

So I strive, I might be about one eight

But in the mind I more like twenty eight

I see the po-po poppin' the brothers droppin'

Niggaz plottin' and children starvin'

All this shit in my face

I gotta get up out of this place

The middle of V ain't enough see

A nigga feel like I gotta sell D

I share a room with six little brothers

Three to a bed fightin' over covers

The crack of dawn, I read the paper

A Jewish old lady said a nigga raped her

The finger always points at the black man

But not the whites, Filipinos, or Mexicans



[Chorus]