(feat. Dice Raw)




Uh, uh...uh, uh-huh



[Chorus 1: Dice Raw]

Out on the streets, where I grew up  

First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck

That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere 

Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care



[Black Thought - singing]

How I got over... where the people come apart 

Don't nobody care about cha, only thing you got is God

Out here in these streets.. if you get down on your luck 

You can stand out, with a hand out

But nobody give a fuck

Out here in these streets, every man is for himself 

They ain’t helpin noone else, it's a hazard to your health 

Livin life in these cold streets

Hey, WHO'S worryin 'bout cha, babe? 

When you whylin out, runnin 'round in these streets



[Chorus 2: Dice Raw (Black Thought)]

Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over...)  

First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got o-)

That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere   (How I got over...)

Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care



[Black Thought - rapping]

Yo.. 

When you on the corners, there's too much drama 

Livin with the police right behind ya

It's always more than a slight reminder 

We livin in a war zone like Rwanda 

Before I go back to the Heavenly Father 

Pray for me if it ain’t too much bother 

Whatever don't break me a-make me stronger 

I feel like I can't take too much longer

It's too much lyin, and too much fightin 

I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up cryin 

They all got a sales pitch I ain't buyin 

They tryin to convince me that I ain't tryin 

We uninspired, we unadmired 

And tired and sick of being sick and tired

of livin in the hood where the shots are fired 

We dyin to live, so to live, we dyin 

You just like I am 



[Chorus 3: Dice Raw (Black Thought)]

Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over...)  

First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got o-)

That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Somebody, somewhere..)

Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care



[Black Thought - singing]

Somebody's gotta care..

And I swear it isn't fair

In suspended animation, we ain't tryin to go nowhere

Out here in these streets.. We're so young and all alone

We ain't even old enough, to realize we're on our own

Livin life in these hard streets

Where it's like they lost they mind

Is there anyway to find?

Are we runnin out of time out here?

Listen...

Hey, WHO'S worryin 'bout cha, babe? 

When you whylin out, runnin 'round in these streets



[Chorus 3 + 1 x2]