Check out the avenue  New York  New York the Rotten Apple
 We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles
 I'm currently  servin twenty nine to life
 Duckin the searchlight  no sleep for like the third night
 The big life is trife  got the young kids hyped
 Cops shoot on sight  heat pipe be blowin through the night
 The land where you ain't fam  there's no pity
 Similar to Chocolate City, ten times gritty
 Hittin hard, liquor's God, niggaz plottin on the come off
 and come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripper
 and slide like she doin up and down the railing
 Bitch tailing in the Range with Golden Arms smooth sailin
 The clock's tickin, somebody's on the block snitchin
 The plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listen
 Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl
 cause I married this life and she's my whole world

 Chorus: {unknown singer}

 It's just a sign of the times
 Calmly listen - to these lines..
 I'm goin out of my mind
 Livin - the street life..

 [Inspectah Deck]
 Aiyyo, aiyyo
 Make me wanna holla way they do my life
 My life, is like a carousel one endless night
 Where most die for pies, some holdin their chrome
 A large percent die for causes not even their own
 When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone
 long live the I-N-S song they workin on
 Til then, I hold a section, I stand alone no co-defendant
 Showin the weapon, this saga had no story endin
 It's ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell - shots propel
 The one that missed me got Chanel
 In the future ruled by computer, I self tutor
 The music is the simulator, facin the user
 I do it for those who walk the same road
 And no regrets do I hold for the path I chose
 No sleep since the intro, patrol the windows
 I reminisce, with the chalice and my eyes half closed
 If I could do it again, I'd probably do it the same
 Thought I was through with the game, I'm goin through it again
 The hood life, I'm in it to the limit
 Couldn't quit it for a digit, die for it cause I live it

 Chorus

 [Inspectah Deck]
 Yo, been around the world but just can't seem to leave
 the state of mind that causes tangled web I weave
 Made my home in the heart of it
 Move like Seagal, "Hard Target"
 Most want no part of it, it's logic
 Cutthroat party in the Shark Pit
 Cold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge this
 Maintain and remain sane
 In the cold world where the rules ain't changed
 Still Rebel to society, government be eyein me
 They probably watchin me right now as I'm speakin
 But all I'm guilty of is teachin you the truth
 They got proof, so you know I'll be home before the weekend
 The hood life, I'm in it to the limit
 In it from the scrimmage, livin it, lovin every minute
 and every hour, til the powers that be
 eventually stress me to the death

 "Y'all know the science right?"
 "Death with the intellect"
 "aight.. aight.."
 "Represent, I make it hot"
 "13th.. chamber.. specialist.. from the Bricks"

 Chorus

 {unknown singer}
 Street life.. so trife..
 Street life.. for life..
 Feels like.. feels like..
 my paradiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise..

 "Yeah y'all.. uh-huh.." (7X to fade