(Intro.) Verse Nø. #1. "Come on let this voice echo, send your brain through this twisted meadow, Some call it the hood, some call this the ghetto, All the same, Keep ya game and Pedal-to-the-medal, Outta there, without a care, with nuthin' closer than fear, Takin' over the tear's, Trippin' about what's going to happen next, Up another level-of-text, To be written, to express, to be bitten, to digest, Confess to the rest, no-one's better than the best, so pick it up and put-it-to-the-test, Now let these lyric's caress, and take a hold, While i tell you what i know, one-thing's fo' sho', This world can be cold, Can chew you up and spit you out from the shadow, And that's not all, There's a million reason's mo', Reason's to flow, Reson's carry on like there's no tomorrow, ...and it's true, tell the whole krew, Now tell me, what are you gonna do?? ...Yeah... What are you gonna do??" Chorus. "Now your missin'-in-action (M.I.A), Not movin' a fraction, Police their reaction, is not givin' a damned thang, New home is in a pen, Where you'll expend your end, Never be found again, And that's the kinda world we're livin' in... It's out-of-order, and behind every state-border, Is another body-hoarder, drug-lord or, cop, lawyer, gang-lord or affiliated pawner, hustlin' your daughter on the corner, who would have thought huh?" Verse Nø. #2. "When these fool's in RED & BLU, pull you out-of-your-vehicle, Screamin' @ you what-to-do and what-not-to-do, Attemptin' to deem ya mental for sumthin' you didn't do, When everything seemed cool, even when i stuck by you, Then they beat your ass to glue, for the pavement to feel-ya-face, And nuthin' like new, When it's time to pick-up-the-pace, And vanish without a trace, prayin' to the good grace, Just wantin' a taste, of The Good Life, Regard of War & Strife, Fishin' without a bite, Has me christenin' without a christ, Blessin' me with this Holy-Light, Givin' thing's up without a fight, As long as you can tell your wrong from right, When suddenly a knife, pierces your heart, Siren's are gone, but so is your car, You hear voices from afar, Your struck-by-a-bar, Now your left to leak-in-the-street, Not-a-scream, Not a Peep, Not even another human-being, Just the cold of the world, Held in her arm's as they carry-on and twirl's." (REPEAT CHORUS.) Verse Nø. #3. "Tongue-tied and all, when all-is-but-naught, Whether or not it's what we all sought, Look @ what it taught, Look @ how hard we fought, Fear's of it all being one big ransom rort, Now it's all bought, To the table we have all brought, And now that we're here we don't have to go to court, I'm not the only one and it goes to show, Don't go wastin' it on all that blow, hoe's and mo' thing's that no-one know's, Hustle and Flow, Now that everybody know's, I'm here to stay, regard of any foe's, Put-It-There, or so i've been told... Let's get this done before i get too old, reminder's about how this world is so cold, You'll get another hand soon after you fold, the tax-man is as bold as the U.S., I've got a gangsta-hold when i'm fluent, I'm as close to it, So close to being noted, The Laundry is coming and everybody know's it, Or should i say The Show-Kid has been chosen." (REPEAT CHORUS.) (Outro.)