Aiyo, it's me, y'all, back again, NYC stand upbr br [Verse 1]br It’s me, TK, back with the chroniclesbr Tell you what I see from the blocks, there the robbers gobr Ain’t no braggadocio, it’s straight up the truthbr Babies having babies crying Brenda still in her youthbr Hustlers cover up the game, the cops out on the loosebr Getting by hardly these days, the struggle it takes them underbr Used to be beautiful, today it’s ugly as the Cookie Monsterbr There’s older folks having trouble counseling kids ‘cause they got problems themselvesbr And the kids are selling ounces of piffbr From Brooklyn all the way to the Bronx to check on my brothersbr But I can’t not see the guns, poor ones and weeping mothersbr It’s all around where we arebr br [Verse 2]br Turn the CD up louderbr Rebel, hit the streets, surround town hall, y’allbr What the people know, fiercebr Cops, they let the guns blowbr Watch out, get down belowbr How low can a brother go?br The life of crime is not the right way, ya knowbr Fear, the companies try to controlbr Put your game face on and go and say it with mebr Mr.