(Krayzie)
  Dedicate this to all the niggas on the streets
  Niggas in the hood strugglin
  Doin what the fuck they gotta do to make their money
  And all the thugs, the hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pimps
  Let's roll, let's roll
  (Ghetto love, ghetto love I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love)
  
  (Krayzie) x2
  Street people
  (People)
  All my people be them niggas with an attitude
  (We're ready for war)
  The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do
  (Do what you gotta do)
  
  (Krayzie)
  I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood
  (Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?)
  Keepin it real on the street
  Niggas they practice what they preach, stayin true until they D-I-E
  Niggas still strong
  We keep on bailin through the stress
  and all the rest of the shit that's goin on
  Speakin of violence, I see, you got to keep a pistol
  Cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon be got, they out to pinch ya
  Bullshit you not--killin' because of the pump
  And it drives us to the point of no return
  Especially when you're gone off of the sherm
  You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin
  While you walkin, he on sixteen switches
  Ain't that a bitch? But that's life
  This shit ain't nothin' nice, and he'll take yours if his ain't right
  And I can't stop 'em or knock 'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though
  Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent or you will die"
  So (so, so), choose one (just one)
  Either repent and get saved
  Or put some food on your table for now
  
  (Chorus)x2
  Street people
  (People)
  All my people be them niggas with an attitude
  (We're ready for war)
  The street mentality
  It's do what you gotta do
  (Do what you gotta do)
  
  Krayzie & (Niko)
  I see my sisters out there hustlin, man (strugglin, man)
  Do what it takes, but that's the brakes, rustle up what you can
  Gotta feed your babies (babies, yeah)
  Handle yourself your own business
  don't wait on that nigga to get you nothin
  We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin
  (somethin, yeah) Take the welfare, fuck it!
  The system givin it to you, cause it's guilt on they conscience
  Don't let 'em fool you (don't let 'em fool you, no)
  Really ain't doin' a nigga any favors
  So come and get the paper, paper, before you die, die
  This verse is for my ghetto queens
  Tryin' to come up and get them better things
  particularly cheddar cheese
  Make that money (make that money)
  Work, work, work
  Whatever your occupation
  As long as you bringin home the bacon, bacon, bacon
  Don't let your enemy lock your mind, too
  And I hope y'all really been payin attention cause it's 1999, ohh
  (Ooh-ooh, yeah)
  Though people comin around, we gon' thug
  So where the thugs at?
  Gimme some of that ghetto love (ghetto love)
  
  (Chorus)x2
  
  Krayzie & (Niko)
  Now if y'all feelin me
  let's get down and tear the roof off the mother
  Shoot the mmotherfuckers, I'm serious and mean business
  Ready to pump pump and ride, you with it?
  Come on, put it out there, pump, pump, pump police
  They treat us like animals - let's attack 'em like beasts
  But hold on 'fore you start fightin (hold on, hold on)
  Let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline
  (no more, no more) I'm really not trippin on this rappin no more
  Cause I know it won't last too much longer
  When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier (I told you)
  If I make it out of the game with all my sanity
  Get paid, fuck the fame, get out quickly, understand me?
  Cause at the rate I'm goin, pretty soon they'll try to ban me
  for killin these muthafuckas tryin to tamper with my family
  Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's tryin to jam me
  But I told them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly
  And this is my mentality for fuckin with the street life, street life
  (street life)
  
  (Chorus)x2
  
  (Niko)
  I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people
  Them niggas with an attitude
  Let's stop the killin, we're strugglin just like you to make a livin
  We're not pretendin, don't y'all remember?
  It ain't easy tryin to stay alive, some people out there smokin crack
  My people workin 9 to 5, just doin' it right
  Real strong
  Hold on
  cause it won't be long before the strugglin' days is long gone
  Hold on, be strong
  
  (Krayzie)x2
  Somebody better 'em we the T-H-U-G's
  real fuckin soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
  We're T-H-U-G's
  real fuckin soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
  (Get on up, get on up)