[bad word] you heartless

[bad word] you heartless 
You ain't heartless 
You don't 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 

[bad word] never knows...a [bad word] never knows 

You got your ryhmes niggas? 
Bring em-we start that 
Its concrete combat-where I'm at 
crime covered city 
Where there's 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 [bad word] 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 it's 3 in the a.m. 
I'm walking and he in a bm 
Drop top 3-he don't 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  [bad word] 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 [bad word] back like they should 
While we was gone 
Some [bad word] 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 [bad word] that can kill me is the [bad word] in the mirror 
But when I cup the mic and make my fighting words clearer 
[bad word] without a gun is like something is missing 
That was my employer-when I ain't have a pot to [bad word] in 
(so listen) keep a gun, even if it's not needed 
Better that than to have none and to be in deep [bad word] 
We mold on niggaz like bacteria grows 
Fools they lucky if they walk away with a black eye and a broken nose  [bad word]  we kill niggaz 
For polo and hilfigers 
Its all for real I'll niggaz 
And steel figures 
Ain't nothin over here 
Wont be soft  [bad word] be jumping off 
On the rag 
Don't 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 [bad word] 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  [bad word] hot, you could get burned with heat 
We take turns to sleep 
You better learn the street 
Knowledge  [bad word]  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