Lyrics:
guide you through decisions that you yet to make
Nightmares can't sleep
Blood in eyes can't see
Empty fridge can't eat
Life up in these Eight streets
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama
In a room above a busy street
The echoes of a life
The fragments and the accidents
Separated by incidents
Listen to by the walls
We share the same
In a room above a busy street
The echoes of a life
The fragments and the accidents
Separated by incidents
Listen to by the walls
We share the same
we all
Just headed for doom?
Still consumed by the beast?
And I know there'll never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol
When I walk the streets
‘Cause
in the streets gettin' high
Give thanks for your life because yo things will change
Ghetto people suffering will soon in-herit the game
The last will
the game you better ask somebody
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I drop this funk which is bumped by the streets
I been around the hood three
the beginning of a journey
Through the streets of life
Get ready to shock your body
By reaching the speed of light
c new challenge every morning
cnd there's
told for young soldiers
Who never choose the life we chose
Son, don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you
my do'
In my life, I still struggle to make ends meet
It ain't gravy just cause you see me on TV, I'm almost back on the streets
In my life, bitch I
hand
Therefore I trap
See them cars and them street bikes
Shining under street lights
Blowing on this peace pipe
Welcome to the street life
Can't sleep
Ain't nun in these streets free
The streets ain't did nun cheap
Playing in the streets aint look both ways nigga crossed me Same Nigga told me he
live under that shadow
So what it means
By any means get your street cred but in your father's footsteps don't follow
The convos with the chick I like
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
Hmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Yo' street in a Range Rover (C'mon)
Street sweeper, baby
Cocked ready to let it go (Hot shit)
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa
life is what you make it to be
Pops dropped his seed in the concrete so
I was raised in the street
But faithfully I'm the cat y'all
Hate me to be
A great
We riot in our quiet streets
Suburban scum, we dumb elites
Lob angry emails, texts and tweets
While coppers stroll by on their beats
We riot in our
might find out we have similar goals
Occupy – take back the streets, take back your life
Occupy – take back the streets, take back your life tonight
riches
Number one rule trust no bitches
In these streets we play for keeps
Yes this is O.G for life you ah O.G hustler
In theses streets they play for
I live a simple life, I take a day at a time
I spend my mornings with God before I hit the grind
The subtleties of darkness never cease to amaze
Lavish (Ah)
Life style
Wattayamean
Yes sir
I was with Jane and Marie
I met them right down by the beach
Told them we in love with the streets
They
All my life
All my life
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick
In a room above a busy street
The echoes of a life
The fragments and the accidents
Separated by incidents
Listen to by the walls
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