Streets and Bangers Look, I am a one banger from the street, and I Will show ya' how it's Like to hit the beat. You're gonna be a leader of a gang, be preapared to hear a BANG and you Will try to hang. Streets are cold an ruthless, some of homies might be useless. To survive on da' streets you gotta be hard, and don't let them fuck you on the school yard. You might need a bodyguard, but only if u Rich, but if you're not you better say gonna kill myself from da' Brooklyn Bridge. Basketball you gotta play, you need to know how to do a layyyyyyup. But also need to know just a few more tips, for a good life you better have partnerships. I coud speak for a long, long time, but I don't have any good rhyme. In fact better meet my homies and start takin' block and block. Now let's ROCK!!! How I grow on the streets? Why am I still alive? Homies let's drive, better wach out when we arrive!!! I've Got a big career so they're jealous, I don't let them speak to me as a big tellaz. My old friends takin' cigarets and drugs. If only they know, they're not so cool as in high school. Jealous playas' Will try to fuck you all over. So I'll fuck you then: Fuck wankstaz, fuck law and fuck all'ya good niggaz with wing cars. How I grow on the streets? Why am I still alive? Homies let's drive, better wach out when we arrive!!! I'll take ya'all down with only one shot. I'll spay your words all over the wall even beafore the police call. Just don't show on my block with the uzi and tha' glock'.Ha! However now your PAC!!!