Billy the bill collectors,

up in the hood,it's a everyday struggle to keep food on the table for your family,these streets,don't really give a fuck what color you are,up in this here struggles games, the bill collectors can be the same color of you,all they give a damn about is collecting and drawing that blood money out of your veins,until it's not a single muthafucking drop left, now oh days,the streets are moving so fast,who really got the fucking time, too take the time and really listen too you,talk about all your problems out in this here streets game,this here streets game, the only thing that you niggas can do is fall down on your knees,and give that man above a silent prayer,and steady hope that it didn't fall on deaf ears, up in this here hard knocks game,cause where i come from if you don't hustle in the game,you don't eat, you got to learn how to hustle &grind out here in these streets,God bless a neighborhood streets thug,that steady try too stand on his own too feet,out steady trying too survive,at every twisted and turn up in his hood, Chicago's six up on my grind again out here in this cold streets,