Uh-huh, Dipset   (They gon’ love me)   Uh, yes, uh   (They gon’ love me)   Uh-huh, uh-huh, yes   We live for ‘em, we die for ‘em      Chorus:   I love the streets and the (streets don’t love me)   Be in the streets and the (streets don’t love me)   Die for the streets and the (streets don’t love me)   It’s a cold cold world world world   I love the streets and the (streets don’t love me)   Be in the streets and the (streets don’t love me)   Die for the streets and the (streets don’t love me)   It’s a cold cold world world world   Now what you say, now what you say (they gon’ love me)   Now what you say, now what you say (they gon’ love me)   Now what you say, now what you say (they gon’ love me)   Now what you say, now what you say (they gon’ love me)      Verse 1:   Can fly or ride around in the drop all day   Or get money, just chillin’ on the block all day   And yeah it’s funny that I love the streets but they don’t love me back   Yeah I hug the block but it damn sure don’t hug me back   Lost a few homies, still grindin’ it out   Got some problems in the streets, straight iron it out   Yeah, and these mean streets put me in jail   But the streets ain’t put up my bail, oh well   You know Rell, still huggin’ it, one life to live   And I’m reppin’ my block, my strip, that’s what it is   Got gun boys outside letting it go   I got the block huggers out there selling that snow   And they might get knocked but that’s the chances we take   You know it’s all for the cake, yeah it’s all for the cake   And I know it’s a chance I can get killed out here   Pants saggin’, chain swingin’, and I’m still out here, yeah      Chorus      Verse 2:   Streets don’t love us but we love the streets   We hustle in the fire like we love the heat   Get fly for the bitches, pull the Coupe up, and make ‘em smile   Pops wasn’t there man the streets had to raise the child   Look what it made me, money-hungry and crazy   But I still got the Ruger on me, that’s my baby   Know some gangstas in ya hood, I be runnin’ through there   They ride the 5 in ya projects, I be comin’ through there   I’m in the streets like mailboxes and stop signs   My money, try to stop mine, I got to pop mine   For real man the streets don’t love us yeah the streets don’t love us   They let us get the paper, in the end they gon’ cuff us   Yeah, I seen it all, the streets is cold man   Take a young boy, make him look like a old man   It wasn’t for the streets, I wouldn’t have got on the map   So I carry the hood, look what I got on my back   But