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Streets Raised Me (Featuring Big Noyd & Chinky)
作詞：Raymond B. Evans, Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita, Tajuan Akeom Perry
Yeah, aha, yeah, that true shit
That shit that make you feel shit
To all my niggaz and my bitches
Yo, check it, aha
It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes know they staring
Brain feels like a wheel lost without the ball bearing
Stuck, contemplating who I can trust
But like lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed
Thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad , rip your hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not
Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib
Gem Star, double edge apply pressure
Shave 'em down, blow marks right through your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look
Stick 'em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push
God-Body, with a rubber grip black shotti
Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies
A dossage, hand delivered, without postage
Bring it to your doorstep quick on short notice
Niggaz get sniped like, Klonker Brockite
Show 'em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic, street life
Why do you have to raise me this way?
You showed me how to survive the concrete
For how long only time will say
Forever you're a part of me
Why do you have to raise me this way?
I'm surprised we alive today
For how long who am I to say?
Forever you're a part of me
This is something you feel nigga
Like the theme song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill street news
How he gone and left his mom's mind struck
And now his brother now ain't giving a fuck
Little sister giving up the butt now
Dun don't wet that I want you to rest black
'Cause you can belive that Noyd gon' handle that
'Cause when I get 'em, I'ma have 'em
Pull out the sweeper and spray it at 'em
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I'm no killer, you know me
But I'll be damned if I don't lie for my Co-D
And then this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey
But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means
I never been clean nigga, my whole click got dirty
From the battles to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves
Nigga you heard me, its gangsta
Why do you have to raise me this way?
You showed me how to survive the concrete
For how long only time will say
Forever you're a part of me
Why do you have to raise me this way?
I'm surprised we alive today
For how long who am I to say?
Forever you're a part of me
Vision the canvas, I paint a picture
Similar to Ernies Barnes nigga
But mine is more ghetto more guns
More drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their baby mom's daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out
Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out
Jumped off the roof to his death it's real
Hand Ball walls displayed with R I P murials
Those who sling, play the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep 'em going while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke
And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sunset looks beautiful over the projects
What a shame, it ain't the same where we stand at
If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes niggaz miss when they lick off don't get clipped off
Why do you have to raise me this way?
You showed me how to survive the concrete
For how long only time will say?
Forever you're a part of me
Why do you have to raise me this way?
I'm surprised we alive today
For how long who am I to say?
Forever you're a part of me
Why do you have to raise me this way?
[Incomprehensible]
For how long only time will say?
Forever you're a part of me
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