Yea  yea back up in here smoked out
 strickly trees  strickly trees
 ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves
 swift wanna ball breakin' day wit us
 for my dogs in a cut
 doing what you gotta do to feed ya seeds
 maintain stayin' strong.
 [Steele] ((Tek))
 [Day breaks sneeks upon my camp once more]
 [get up get dressed and prepare for war]
 ((yo the wars wit everything outside your door))
 [it's a rude awakening but it's more in store]
 [Tek]
 when I walk through Brooklyn people show me love
 went over to GA people showed me love
 went to North Carolina they showed us love
 even went to California and got love from thugz
 and it's all good big up to all the neiborhood
 that came to see Tek and Steele when ever they could
 but remember the struggle continues after the (?)
 watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you bewitched
 theres a war goin' on outside and in my mental
 gettin' drunk and how wonderin' what this gettin' ment to
 last week my man put a pistol to his temple
 I said nah son not that, thats to simple
 one little niggie on the block sellin' crystal
 next little niggie got shot up on Bristol
 'nother little niggie lock, cause they blew the whistle
 last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister
 this little niggie be hard to find
 mind don't makin' it in this day and time
 do what we have to criminal Illegal
 stayin' alive strivin' wit my people.
 [Steele and Tek]
 In days of our lives they try to make us hate
 to search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets
 Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef
 I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat
 tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall
 tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall
 cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park
 you can get your life got in day the or the dark.
 [Steele]
 I give thanks when I rise up, open my eyes up
 Calastetic get me right so I'll be nicer
 cause when you feel fit ya feel nice
 beware of the tricks and the full paradise
 like the wicked mind in york with them gun pound caught
 who wish to ambush me when I leave the weed spot
 when I get, what I got, roll the lah that I caught
 rock the shines that I rock, make my life clock stop
 wit def me fear not, cause them mores high guys I
 bless me wit protection as the years pass by
 conquerer, mighty rasta,
 let no man steel from the pocket peel for ya
 it's a meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes
 breakin' down like a junky with a case of shakes
 to my dogs flippin' weight and behind gates
 livin' street life, put the stash on Jakes
 for ya need, do whateva the deed
 watch shiesty ass bitches and the next man grieves
 Mr. Ripper from the star to the hills its all real
 gotta maintain cause the sun don't chill.
 [Tek and Steele]
 In days of our lives we strive to make ends meat
 to search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets
 Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef
 I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat
 tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall
 tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall
 cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park
 you can get your life got in day the or the dark