Prepare for the calling

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