Verse 1:
  
  Nigga you heartless
  you ain't heartless
  you dont want no part in this
  you ain't got it in ya
  I'm born to be a sinner
  as I move through these evil New York streets
  like grease
  and some kids get caught up
  all up in the crime rate
  couldn't hold your nine straight when you was bustin
  your whole clip and hittin nothing
  your whole block on him, only two niggaz got him
  came down fast
  with the cash and the product
  caught you pants down with ya clothes off
  
  a nigga never knows...a nigga never knows
  
  you got your ryhmes niggas?
  bring em-we start that
  its concrete combat-where I'm at
  a crime covered city
  where theres no time for pity
  we comin from the village
  of the unprivledged
  blood soaked bills through murder actions
  transactions all illegal
  I smell the cheeb like a beagle
  evil stalks and lurks
  dominate and do worse in my dwelling
  niggaz filling shells and compelling to bust melons
  (we just) bring to these fellas
  
  [chorus 2X]
  These evil streets iz rough
  ain't no one we can trust
  either roll with the rush or get rushed
  cause all we got iz us
  
  these evil streets...
  
  Verse 2:
  Seen the world through the eyes of a nigga on the brink
  drugs got my brain fried making it hard to think
  I'm trapped in these evil streets
  drivin some scuffed up ragged down beat up past tims
  some kid pulls up with chrome dimple guided rims
  now I'm thinking its 3 in the a.m.
  I'm walking and he in a BM
  drop top 3-he dont even see me
  would you believe, he saw my gun in 3D
  10 blocks later trying to work the cd
  spotted 15 on the BQE
  cause ain't no way them pigs is baggin me
  and up a Sonsee we official nasty
  
  For niggas that force the issue
  my man'll toss the pistol
  and of course I hit you
  let that loss be with you
  the more L's the higher
  streets are fire
  make ice hearts in men
  for worldly desire
  its the black attack
  born on the corner
  nigga grew up fast to get that looter ready to shoot 'er
  and he do anything to achieve it (better believe it)
  grew up in a band of theives
  who retrieves the goods
  stacking stacks
  and pushing niggas shit back like they should
  while we was gone
  some shit undeveloped
  now parlay, sit back
  and watch armys swell up
  yeah....punk niggaz
  
  [chorus x4]
  As we move through these evil streets...
  
  Verse 3:
  
  Only nigga that can kill me is the nigga in the mirror
  but when I cup the mic and make my fighting words clearer
  a nigga without a gun is like something is missing
  that was my employer-when I aint have a pot to piss in
  (so listen) keep a gun, even if its not needed
  better that than to have none and to be in deep shit
  We mold on niggaz like Bacteria grows
  fools they lucky if they walk away with a black eye and a broken nose
  nigga, we kill niggaz
  for Polo and Hilfigers
  its all for real ill niggaz
  and steel figures
  ain't nothin over here
  wont be soft
  shit be jumping off
  on the rag
  dont beat me in the head with that
  go head with that
  I think back me in my mans rover
  rip out sombodys grandmother
  pulled out, the bitch ran for cover
  keep niggaz guessin with our face without expressions
  for niggaz stressin
  I leave a lifetime impression
  it shines like aggression when the flame comes out
  saw the bout, what you got, when your gang runs out
  shits hot, you could get burned with heat
  we take turns to sleep
  you better learn the street
  knowledge
  damn, you could get shot for 5 dollars
  its live wires
  with no signs of survivors...
  
  [chorus]
  These evil streets iz rough
  ain't no one we can trust
  either roll with the rush or get rushed
  cause all we got iz us
  These evil streets iz rough
  ain't no one we can trust
  either roll with the rush or get rushed
  cause all we got iz us
  these evil streets...