Yo', this is for the streets, okay
This is for the streets, uh (Ooh...woo...)
You know I keeps it gangsta (Woo)
You know I keeps it gangsta (Woo)
Holler at me (Ooh..ooh...)
Yeah, uh, come on
With so much drama in the NYC
I'm tryin' to make this dollar, only got fifteen
I'm from where grass don't grow and the birds don't sing
Where police be wildin', but my crew is ('Bout it, 'bout it)
This little life of mine (You see)
Had me sittin' on 20s 'fore I turned 16
Wouldn't trade it in for anything
And I got nothin' but love
I've got love for these streets
And the streets got love for me
