| You gonna hear from me | 
| Make me some room | 
| You people out there! | 
| On top of the world | 
| Yeah, yeah | 
| Se these words that I stand on with the cannon | 
| …with your life, never put you man on! | 
| … turn his back you’re fucking his… | 
| You know my apes on the. | 
| I’ll be … | 
| Gone late, and I’m cinnamon twice | 
| You probably never been in the fight! | 
| Cold blood spilled in the night | 
| And the heart you. | 
| You lame nigger in there? | 
| And the same lame nigger when you go out! | 
| With the fours, with the fours | 
| With the three, with the eight | 
| I know my man, you got no face! | 
| And it ain’t safe, and your. | 
| out | 
| Like it came out a… with no… | 
| When it comes to riches, don’t trust my sisters! | 
| Count money to my hand blisters! | 
| Used to be on with sandwiches, you’re a brand witness | 
| On a block to the… | 
| What else? | 
| The streets is yours, the streets is mine | 
| You’re living it up, or you’re living a lie! | 
| It’s so, write cha name on the concrete | 
| Write cha name on the concrete | 
| The streets is yours, the streets is mine | 
| You’re living it up, or you’re living a lie! | 
| It’s so, write cha name on the concrete | 
| Write cha name on the concrete | 
| Write cha name on the concrete | 
| Hang on dull streets. | 
| got me banging that… | 
| Run upon a lame in this dull shit | 
| The only reason I don’t hit him, cause it’s … | 
| King of New York … | 
| Kill you on a track, lead you on a … | 
| Let the boy hit me now, I’m blazing the… | 
| I’m a bully like… but I ain’t. | 
| on Bull street | 
| Raise that arm reach, … you want beef? | 
| Pop on a jet train just take it to… | 
| I’m just tracing your army | 
| Raising a… | 
| Stress like a. | 
| when they’re chasing the car key | 
| Playing that. | 
| king with a… | 
| …you can’t harm me, I’m precious like Gandhi, uh! | 
| The streets is yours, the streets is mine | 
| You’re living it up, or you’re living a lie! | 
| It’s so, write cha name on the concrete | 
| Write cha name on the concrete | 
| The streets is yours, the streets is mine | 
| You’re living it up, or you’re living a lie! | 
| It’s so, write cha name on the concrete | 
| Write cha name on the concrete | 
| Yeah, no new friends, just new ends | 
| And the guns work out, they’re like two gyms | 
| Got the … | 
| Wrote my name in Harlem like new sin | 
| Without jewel, without cash, without ring, without bell | 
| All my niggers in jail! | 
| All these coward niggers probably thought I win… | 
| Hit the block with the… |