This is a song about "Hill street"

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill

Scream like nightmares from a street

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Last of a dying breed

Wen i walk down ya street

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Including fox hill and 27th street

Thats why u behind u still the right on the hill...

I used to be the most humble until

At bunker hill hot summer,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

These things take your life down hill faster than the autobahn

Leave you severed across the street

If it's me that catch you, you're fried