[Chorus: C-Rayz Walz] nWe live! Where ya close friends die nAnd they say that a man ain't supposed to cry nWe live! Amongst the stress and struggle nAnd we know that the beast don't love you! nWe live! Next door to rats and gats nAnd the cats in the back sellin crack nWe live! Where there's no God in the sky nBut we live cause we can't die! n nWe live, where +Heavy Metal+ ain't a rock magazine nNot f'real, but you'll get shot down with glock magazines nI feel, when we do good we did wrong nDougie got murdered in the hood, but he still lives on nHe played ball in the snow, with that bubblegoose warm nTryin to clap boards, without turf shoes on nWe live where the ambulance takes too long nWhen your ass is on the line, like you dressed in thongs nBe strong! The same thing I told my mother nWith blood on her shoulder, as she was holdin my brother nWe live! Where doo-rags stay under the hat nAnd you don't want waves, but the bandana gotta match nAnd some still rock gold, but everybody went plat' nLookin at the ground like YO WHASSUP WIT DAT? nWe live where some people fight fair nEverybody got a pair of Nike Airs and police is right there nn[Chorus] n nWe live, where I could be the next man out nAnd shit is really +Ludacris+ now like +Def Jam South+ nJust l-let me know, what's ya fantasy nMine is to live 'til 50, with a family nCan it all be so simple then? The instrumental ends nOn stage I kill it, with a stenciled pen nIt's not strange, how the whole thing went down nIt's a shame, everybody wanna bling chain now nWe live! Where the young ones is bigger than me nIt used to be P-A-L and Little League nThat's dead now, nobody wanna play on the block nEverybody want rims, and a big face knot nIt's not a game, I don't coach, I watch nFrom the sidelines, players be missin they shots! nAnd I still clap! Cause I know how it is nTIME OUT! We be tryin to score where we live nn[Chorus] n nWe live, where a 40 and a blunt is breakfast nAnd police swerve to serve and disrespect us nChurches gassed us, Chinese foods induce asthma nRoaches run fast, the rats run faster nThis feeling got a few cracks, the corner's flooded nTell me who want it, we wake up from bad dreams runnin nBasketball games feel like heaven nI married the streets - Uncle Ben threw rice at the wedding nClassic, like a slapbox festival nOr when cats come home from doin five live federal nSurrounded by cheese like Domino, cat be cool nMommy's got a gat, papi too nNext to the liquor store, next to the church nCause of the verse I'm in the Vibe, next on the verbs nCause of the dirt in my past, I'm still grimy nStill livin movin forward with death behind me nn[Chorus] - 2X