[Verse 1]
Streets cold-blooded, freeze the marrow in your spine,
Every corner got a story, every block got the grind.
Nickels turn to dimes, then the dimes into a stack,
Keep it tighter than a vice, no room for the slack.
[Verse 2]
Concrete jungle where the lions bear fangs,
Whispers in the dark, echoes full of gang slang.
Windows down slow while the bassline booms,
Streetlights flicker, paranoia consumes.
[Chorus]
Keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A, come to my city and learn that we don’t play.
All day hustlin’, moonlight through the gray,
From the curb to the cash, it’s the only way.
Keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A, yeah, that's the bay.
[Verse 3]
Curbside sermons, lessons taught in the trenches,
Chain-link fences, the struggle’s relentless.
Stay ten toes down, steady dodgin’ detention,
One slip and the wolves sniff out your intentions.
[Bridge]
Chalk lines trace memories left on the pavement,
Game rules written in scars, who’s gonna save it?
Don’t fold under pressure, ain’t no room for quitters,
Keep your spirit strapped tight, it’s a city of hitters.
[Chorus]
Keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A, come to my city and learn that we don’t play.
All day hustlin’, moonlight through the gray,
From the curb to the cash, it’s the only way.
Keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A, yeah, that’s the bay.