| Step by step, when your life is your own trap |
| And the street becomes your home and you find the mind gap |
| Every mornin' get up to find da fuckin' truth |
| You will come to feel that your balls are really bulletproof |
| Please don’t say: «today's no my day!» |
| Get off your ass, don’t pass this hard game |
| Every moddafukka that wants to see your end |
| Will not have a good time if you don’t want to surrend |
| Hey man, prepare for the callin' |
| Tough guy, it’s time for your risin' |
| Gunner, you’ll take back da podium |
| Striker, da streets are your stadium |
| If you feel like shit, like a QB sacked |
| It destroys your bones and crashes your fuckin' neck |
| You must know your role and shut da bastards mouth |
| Like The Rock on pay-per-view, «no way out» |
| Now respect your bros and da name of da crew |
| Cuz learnin' this law you’ll know you’ll bow down to my groove |
| Don’t expect this way will be easy like sleep |
| Waking up from a kick, which has never been so deep |
| Hey man, prepare for the callin' |
| Tough guy, it’s time for your risin' |
| Gunner, you’ll take back da podium |
| Striker, da streets are your stadium |