When the streets don’t love you back yeah the streets don’t love you back the weekends coming and you get ready to go to the Hood is where we must go Everything is fast and never slow. Nonetheless it’s time to roll Through the hood you must patrol You and the Homies three or four The next stop the liquor store. In and out what you came here for Enemigas see you walking out. Pop pop you hear the blast No other choice but to act fast. You let off a couple of rounds. Must be quick and turn around one of the homies laying on the ground In the line of fire you still get him out. No one ever left behind Not today nor any night Even if the streets don’t love you back When the streets don’t love you back You yourself must stay on track cause after all was said and done you and your boy still having fun keep the enemigas on the run On our streets shits always fun. We patrolling looking for the opps Still we keep point for the cops It was the second time around the block When I heard the loud blast and the pop pop pop With not time to move about Then I hear somebody shout In my mind here we go again When realized that I was bleeding out On these streets that don’t love you back When the streets don’t love you back It’s not the first time I’ve been shot But I get up off the ground To my surprise there’s no one around I hear the sirens they getting loud On t he street you see a big ass crowd” The good things is I’m still alive. The enemigas couldn’t take me out And now what came around must go back out. In no time I’m back on track even if the streets don’t love me back When the streets don’t love you back