Step by step, when your life is your own trap

And the street becomes your home and you find the mind gap

Every mornin' get up to find da fuckin' truth

You will come to feel that your balls are really bulletproof

Please don't say: “today's no my day!”

Get off your ass, don't pass this hard game

Every moddafukka that wants to see your end

Will not have a good time if you don't want to surrend


Hey man, prepare for the callin'

Tough guy, it's time for your risin'

Gunner, you'll take back da podium

Striker, da streets are your stadium


If you feel like shit, like a QB sacked

It destroys your bones and crashes your fuckin' neck

You must know your role and shut da bastards mouth

Like The Rock on pay-per-view, "no way out"

Now respect your bros and da name of da crew

Cuz learnin' this law you'll know you'll bow down to my groove

Don't expect this way will be easy like sleep

Waking up from a kick, which has never been so deep


Hey man, prepare for the callin'

Tough guy, it's time for your risin'

Gunner, you'll take back da podium

Striker, da streets are your stadium