Louder, louder, louder, louder, louder, louder louder, louder, Yeah (Repeat) Yeah, it's for the People ^{Strophe 1} This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people And the struggles of the brothas and the folks With lovers under dope, experiment to discover hopes Scuffle for notes, the rougher I wrote, times were harder Went from rocky starter to a voice of a martyr Why white folks focus on dogs and yoga While people on the low end tryin to ball and get over Lyrics are like liquor for the fallen soldiers From the bounce to the ounce, its all our culture Everyday we hustlin, tryna get them custom rims Law we ain't trustin them, thick broads we lust in them Sick and tired of bunchin it, I look on the bus at them When I see them struggling, I think how I'm touchin them The People ^Chorus The day, has come Now we, are one Just take, your time And then, you'll find ^{Strophe 2} This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people The people said that I was sharp on TV At the Grammy's, though they tried to India.Arie me Got back stage, and I bumped into Stevie He said no matter what, the people gone see me Can't leave rap alone the streets need me Hunger in they eyes, is what seems to feed me Inside peace mixed with beast seem to breed me Nobody believe, until I believe me Now I'm on the rise doin business with my guys Visions realize, music affected lives A gift from the skies, to be recognize I'm keeping my eyes on the people, that's the prize ^{Chorus Strophe 3} This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people From Englewood to a single hood in Botswana I see the I in We my nigga, yours is my drama Standin in front of the judge with no honor Barack stick, knight the people like Obama The karma of the streets is needs and takes Sometimes we find peace in beats and breaks Put the bang in the back so the seats can shake Rebel Cadillac music for the people sake The People ^Chorus