At the top of the city, the crew lounging with me
the crabs couldn't get me I'm rubbin' something on pretty
running through the gritty streets, ducking the beast I had enough
violators trying to get me snuffed

watch out for 2 faced dice rollers, throwing
snake eyes to the ways of the streets I stay wise
my crew be the eyes in the back of my head
throwing hot lead to any perpetrator wanting me dead

trying to build, but the snakes try to destroy
that's why blood spills, when you try to avoid
tight situations, I got tight connections
we either busting for freedom, or protection

CHORUS:
I got the soul of the streets in my bones
no moss on a rolling stone
sitting back in the danger zone
I call the street corner my home
I got the soul of the streets in my bones
no moss on a rolling stone
sitting back in the danger zone
I call the street corner my home

no time for second guessing, stress and strife
cut like a knife, it's all about the dollar, name your price
broken down, pick up the pieces, cease and desist
with brain cells in a cell how can we resist

that struggle, keep dreams from popping like a bubble
try to stay clean running through the puddles
we only looking for a piece of that cream
so we can chill watching flicks on a flat screen

don't need to hide the nine behind the couches, it surrounds us
product of public housing, don't associate with cowards
rolling with kings, checkmate any aggression
we either busting for freedom, or protection