Chorus      How many gonna raise they seed   How many gonna blow that weed   How many gonna slang that dope   When we know it's hope we really need   How many gonna make 'em bleed   How many gonna make 'em freeze   How many gonna push that weight   Do anything it take to get that cheese      See 'em everyday get hit with a charge   Now they gotta go toe to toe on the yard   Know it's kinda hard behind them bars   20 to life and you full of the strife   ''cause you know you gotta fight for life   ''cause if you life by the gun, die by the gun   Came from the slums where it ain't no fun   Somebody killed her only son   Who's gonna take his place, no one   Really don't matter 'bout the color or race   When the bullets start to fly all thru the place   Shorty got shot with a chrome 45   Hurt me to my heart, can't tell no lie   How many mommas out here gotta cry   How many kids out here gotta die   Lost in the streets got tears in their eyes   Tell 'em make the peace, can you feel me, right   uh-hua, okay, no how no way   Talk about politicians, that's why nobody wanna listen   Everybody from the money maker to the player hater   Wanna be a peace maker, if it ain't about makin' the peace   Or savin' the streets, Baby boy see ya later   But now it's me and Marquise bringin' peace to the streets   D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, makin' the peace   Cause the violence to ceace' 'cause that's the way that it's gotta be   You heard, Makin' the peace cause the violence to cease   ''cause that's the way that it's gotta be      45 Clint Eastwood, pop killas in the hood   Dirty boy flow, got folks in the wood   Know where I'm from, cats spit straight fire   Come on the block to make sure you die   Violation Wodie, comin' up in the scene   Magizine clip dogg, straight trippin' the frame   They wanna blame but the enemy make you ready for woe   MaryJane, hennissey got you blowin your dough   Frustrated, when we come thru they hate it   Spittin' the truth from the bottom to the Decatur   Shoot 'em up when they tellin' ya, hua   Another life gone ''cause you messin' with her   Got 4 pumps in the back of the truck   Step out of line playas ready to bust      Chorus      Young thugs on the come up, now a days talk about throw your guns up   Switch up, that's why they get done up   Blaze up, check it out when they run up   On somebody never met before, got a hit in your waste   Pull out, shot, hit the floor, doin' 25 to life in the cell   No bale, check it out homeboy, ain't that fo-sho   Got a 9 on the streets, bust on your peeps   Rollin' in the hood, so you gotta creep   Life ain't sweet, Know you incompleate   But you swift on your feet to get the cream   Y'all know what I mean, in this world of sin   Got a block full of fiends, everyday livin'   So you ready for the big ol' screen, Y'all      Chorus      I'm lost in the world not knowin' where I'm goin'   So everyday I pray just to make it thru the morning   When it's hard to stay focused when your dreams are hopeless   My ambissions are broken, only when I'm smokin'   Define lifes anwsers, what would the question be   Will I reach my destiny or will it get the best of me   Or will it get the best of me   No friend you can turn to, no where you can run to   In the end you can't pretend ''cause it's all on you   In the fight to keep my head, I cried till I bled   And did the right thing that was written in red   All these thugs bustin' slugs yo we can't ignore   And there be blood on the floor from the night before   Livin' life full speed, fallin' victem to greed   Fast money and women, we thought that's all we'd ever need   When the lights go down, and the curtians close   We was heathens on the streets, that only God knows      Chorus