Since birth I've been causing painThe house I live in might don't mean where I kickAll the pushers, pimps, and tricks Selling drugs to make bankLittle kids packing a shank Talking about Simone HumboldtYou know I'll never rank But it's a pity when you're living in the cityOf the wicked where the beast always has another deadly feastBetter get ready, life's a gamble in the ghetto You gotta commit us any crimes just to earnthe metal Visions of a bloody messCaress the mind of a criminal My friends, they all become a minimalLiving day by day when I was young Always packed a gunHad them on the run Now I realize this was my funDamn, things all change when you get older But I've still gotta keep on lookingOver my shoulder The streets that I used to roamNo longer I can sit at home But still down for the setBetter grow and put a hang onIn the ghetto, you gotta earn your metal Don't press your luck cause you're gonna getstuck In the middle of the gameWell ain't that a shame?The mighty dollars taking overme And now the streets run with the wicked mentalityIn the middle of the game Well ain't that a shame?Once again a young child's put to rest What a bloody mess I've seenShocked by another stupid teen You act much different when you're not withall your homies Now where's the man that I saw the other dayat forty?You need a can of Manso Toast You become a ghostGone with the wind Once again I smoke the man I winAll of my battles they're all over me And now the streets run with the wicked mentalityThat I get in So fit in where you're madeBut I'ma be the one that's standing up today Fools try to walk and step like meThe reputation that I carry I put a vow through in the mortuaryI'm not the man you want your kids to be So listen to me when I speakBefore they find your body buried in a creek My life's been a messStill I plan to keep it all together I'm thinking about all them daysNothing will last forever I thought I had my homies backBut those talking smack * em if I gotta tuck emThen you know it's like thatNever learned to be better than the girl You gotta earn your metalDon't put your luck up...break your lernenIn the middle of the game Well ain't that in shameThe mighty dollar's taking over me Now the streets run with the wicked mentalityIn the middle of the game Well ain't that in shameThe victim's in a casket A young kid got blastedIt's been goin' on It's reality its lastedIn the middle of the game Well ain't that in shameBut how much of this will make them understand it ain't the wayYou don't even know if you will live to see another dayActing like a big man but ran when you saw me comingYou didn't have no backup boy that's why you started runningYou left and didn't think about throwing down for your setWet between the legs cause you're packing little chicken eggsBut claimed to be the biggest when you started sticking homiesAnd then I broke you off in front of all your little homiesNobody did a thing, couldn't nobody handleOne, two, three, four crazy looking vandalsThat walked into our room living life like death ready to blast themAnd still till this day you know I'm walking past themSo think about that vibe, the local that is in your dreamBumping all my beats when I'm roaming through my wicked streetsIn the ghetto, you gotta earn your metalDon't press your luck cause you're gonna get stuckIn the middle of the gameWell ain't that a shameThe mighty dollars take overYou know me and how the streets roll with the wicked mentality