If you’re ivory, they treat you different
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
Street livin’, tough conditions
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes

Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
[Verse 2: Taboo]
Brainwashed by the television

Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
What a coincidence?
Double cross love lost no religion
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You can take action or take a dick
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Break the law, make or break the news
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
Is because you’re beligerent
Street niggas be packing pistols
Or you can say fuck the system
No way out of the Reaganomics
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Because the status of blacks are generally
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
Terrorists be blasting missles
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
And private complexes are owned by the same
If you black in the hood, you at large
Listen, they derailed the soul train
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment
Street livin’, caught in a trap
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Another cop got off with no charge
And racists no longer have to be racist
Street livin’, no economics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
We lost in the war we live in
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Revoke cause the streets are broke

Be like kings or be like pawns
[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Listen, you can get fucked by the system