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[Intro: Big Rube]

These streets is harder than your diamonds

You representing gangsta, but that ain't got a damn thing to do with rhyming

Ain't nothing wrong with shining

But get right, 'cause you'll never see your light if your iggnerance is blinding

You significantly grinding

You love the hustle, but be warned, the hustle [?] muscle [?] infinantly binding

Have you tell it to the concreet

But is the pimpin and the robbin and the killin and the trappin just for drum beats?

You know your trials and your hardships

Well for a better reason then the treson, you can [?] talking hard shit

Ain't no hating, I got love for you

For twenty years, I been going way beyond and above for you

The streets is where I got respect at

Where I got my stripes, and Wikipedia can't check that

So come down off your high horse

And give back to the hood, our communities is [?]

Jail ain't [?] one man

We in a world where you can die for being born with a suntan

The game's a lesson, if you studdy long

You can live the kind of life to make a nigga wanna write a song