Lyrics:
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
"Street Science, you're on the air
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?"
"I love Tupac's new record"
"Right, but don't
Don't break the code what i live by
In the streets wit it its either do or die
Don't break the code what i live by
In the streets wit it its either
"Street Science, you're on the air
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?"
"I love Tupac's new record"
"Right, but don't
gave these niggas everything and that was from the heart
Rollie, chain, every car, all they did was left me scarred
Heard my dog talk behind my back
every bit of
Confidence from your conscious wit' it
Toss it to my man in the back field
He got options wit' it
Obama phone, really came in handy
I lined
hundreds of
Things that happened one night
I went to a listening party
Just to pick up my backpack from a friend
Next thing I know, I'm in this studio
life
[Chorus]
Rise up, my dear, and let's raise some hell
We'll break free from the chains, and let our spirits swell
We'll rise up, and take back
service and good giving/
-Guy dies in the street, good riddance/
All are Imago Dei that’s His good image/
-I don’t wanna to live a life where I say/
I
my life might be like
Growin' up in the street life
You can't tell me shit
About these streets homie
I done lived it and done it
Runnin' from
music
All I would do is go to the studio and The Shelter
Listening to Redman and Heltah Skeltah
Aye y'all remember that one joint from the Heltah
Young nigga but jit act grown
Thug niggas don't live that long
VERSE 3
Just from everything I know, about the streets
It's best to never leave yo'
streets, nigga
Mask me up in grease
Sneaker game is lethal
N.Y., them eagles
Fly through, get high too
Fly as hell, might as well
Hire you the live
of the street of by life
From the pint of TIJUANA under the command of suicide
Remember that in the carnal life
If you have chanse not
snapping back to urgency, I did my dishes
then I would sprint to the studio again.
Spend all day and night digging in,
distorted bass, spliced tape, singing
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
the streets ain't all that."
I mean the calliope projects done change
Right from roges tablet you find the fuckin police man
And niggaz still servin bubble ups
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
of work, laid back
While he
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
the beat, baby
Stop in the street
(ERR) she eat up the pavement
I don’t give a (ERR) nigga, she crazy
I’m back by unpopular demand
‘Least he still poppin’ in
when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes
ambition their education comes
From the streets and
Their own rough experiences in a way
They are throwbacks
To the freewheeling types of
The nineteenth
The worlds a lot smaller now, it's harder to ignore it
We're back out the islands
We're back out the streets
We're back out the dessert bro
We're back on our
always gotta turn out deadly."
It's serious in the streets... it's watchin'
Kill or be killed, in a battle field
Live how you die, nigga, die by the skill
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