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