Intro...    The realest thing i wonna do is to talk about my street thang and what life thought me so far. I wonder why a player try to make it and some bull-shit haters go round talking shit, tryina envy..    (Dog's vioce).. Rowstores, Come on.. Come on..            In da begining waz the game   and now played to RoW!  Wonna make this for ma hummies  just a drible from the zone  Am ma present these rythms   with some bunches of rose   to make the bitches get fricky   and a turn down on foes.  am a young black gold   with some brand new flows   Raised from the getto   where the niggrs makes doe  row'ling with my home boyz  on da streetz we slang the dopes  and when the night comes,  we're still out to rock the shows  I maintained ma composure  Plus, i gat da streetz orientation  about these streetlife,  Niggar tell me no shit  I heared it,i joined it,  I did it and i've done it  i make a million deals  and my pay came real!  Mama told me ''Go to school''  But this streetlife's cool   houstling everyday  Just to make the way through  and if it takes to houstle   just for a nickel and a dime  then am ma fully set coz its- the -life-that- i -live        I've- been- to- East- and -west   tryin'a hook some fantacies  (niggr what!)  and- my thang -lives- in me  ( MY STREET THANG )  Haters- wonna -see -what -a -niggr- gon -be.  And- i -know- what- would- be- will -be.      Rap2.    Life on the street   is like living in hell!  i bet its what you see  its more than words can tell.  Everyday a niggar crying,  Dear Lord you understand me.  I need to make these papers   so to put a shame on haters   Coz every little thing you do,  they wait to see a fall of you.  a niggar get some fantasy  they build a heart of jealousy  wake up in da morning  try to make some tea and chew some bread  Inspired by a stick of weed  to blast this shit in m.i.c  whats fun when a houstler wount sleep all night,  tryin to get money, cars, jewls and popularity!  Made a sucessful deal,  then the cops blow seringe on ya  they start to put the curfs on ya  and proving what the law gon do  Baby girl dont cry, coz its all about the paper bail  Life of a gangstar is based on tricking and scaming  busting and baining! tryina live a life on the edge  am so proud of my personalty  the street life is the life i live.      chorus.....        rap 3.    Western Africa!, Western Ni-ge-ria,  shag town niggars dont get to break down  thought at first we gon crush  but we still rock the top.  now am somehting like a star  and u can see me up the sky.  am da vagaborn you saw then  romming on the street  when life was just like hell  try'na stand on top my feet.  i kept my thang by me   praying to sign a record deal  so u gat to sit back,   and watch me live my street life  I've done ma project A'   ready to set on project B'   haters you cross, you gon see!  and your grave will be the D'  coz the west coast niggars  dont -give -no -shit   gon pull a trigger back  at all ye foes and player haters   even if i make more cheerders  and my rep's geting higher  gat the hunderds on table  and 50's on floor,  am ma remain the same niggar   bringing you peace with the AK lever  so you better lay down,  coz am ma kick your ass dowm!.        chorus 2.ce    these lyrics are submitted by rowstores