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, serving twenty-nine to life Ducking 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 blowing through the night The land where you ain't fam, there's no pity Similar to Chocolate City, ten times gritty Hitting hard, liquor's God, niggas plotting 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 sailing The clock's ticking, somebody's on the block snitching 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 It's just a sign of the times Calmly listen, to these lines I'm going out of my mind Living, the street life 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 holding their chrome A large percent die for causes not even their own When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone