Streets is Calling

[Krumb Snatcha]

Buckets of coke

Thinking of ice

This the life

Young soldiers lead until they meet with christ

Streets got a price every man will pay

Just hope and try to pray

You'll understand one day

How them strays a strike and hit windpipes

Kids in the ghetto know what macks sound like

When rounds is spit clowns is hit

We end the whole circus with unsolved murders

Dirty burners control the streets

We call'em burgers cause they bringin nothin but beef

Any weather niggas drawing the heat

Close range leavin brains on the side of the jeep

You slow on that re-up and owe about the gee-up

Watch for them 4's hit the floor with ya feet up

Exercise with techs to guys

Every state feds want for the next to fry

Try and stop the vision or the block mission

Or us under class kids with no pot to piss in

Man listen!

[Chorus: Mexicana]

These streets keep calling you

No use running time is coming

These streets keep calling you

Cops is shady murdering babies

[Krumb Snatcha]

Underworlds of extortion

Girls with abortions

Aids underaged and a foot from they coffin

As the mother just stay watching

Life ahead is a bed as she lay coughing

No rubber on her lover's costing

Stuck with this brother in the streets lost an...

Living in fantasy

Big house and canopy

But stuck on the edge of insanity

Inside the man in me

Know how it feels

Stress out and you reaching for them bottle of pills

Life's ill's can corrupt the mind

A thin line

Livin' right or adapt for crime there's no between

Shells that's rupture the spleen

Either that or the gat you cuffed in the bing

My niggas know!!

[Chorus: Mexicana]

These streets keep calling you

No use running time is coming

These streets keep calling you

Cops is shady murdering babies

These streets keep calling you

Shells is squeezing what's the reason

These streets keep calling you

Soldiers falling god is calling

[Krumb Snatcha]

Let's take a journey where killers a go

Iron poles on the low no chance on parole

3 man board wanna play ya lord

And you feeling like the choking on umbilical cords

CO's wanna spit in the food of every dude

So niggas walk around wit an attitude

Stressed out only weights to press

And the government wonder why we make the press

Can you relate to a nigga distressed

On his knees of the church or mosque confess

To living a life of selling souls for ice

Like a roll a dice

In the coldest of nights...

The streets keep callin!!

[Chorus: Mexicana]

These streets keep calling you

No use running time is coming

These streets keep calling you

Cops is shady murdering babies

These streets keep calling you

Shells is squeezing what's the reason

These streets keep calling you

Soldiers falling god is calling