In the city where the sirens wail, Concrete jungle, where the strong prevail. Gangsta's anthem, streets ain't no game, Survival of the fittest, ain't it a shame? Raised in the struggle, no silver spoon, Hustle in the streets, under the moon. Steel resolve, heart made of iron, Gangsta's code, never relyin'. Rollin' through alleys, shadows as my kin, Ice-cold stare, in a world full of sin. Trigger finger itchy, ready to blast, In this urban war, we move fast. Stackin' bills, countin' every dime, Living on the edge, in the city of grime. Gang signs flash, tattoos tell my tale, Life in the streets, where the strong prevail. Concrete symphony of gunshots and screams, Chasing dreams in a world of extremes. No mercy here, just survival's rap, In the gangsta's world, ain't no time for nap. Street soldiers march to a rhythm so raw, Gangsta's anthem, breaking every law. Born in the struggle, streets I roam, In this gangsta's tale, I make my own.