Lyrics:
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
There's been heartache and pain
I'm still that regular, cetera cat, from the street
Thuggin it, lovin my life as Memph Bleek
But I'm stuck with, huggin
Lil' young boy turned a rebel in the streets
Innocent life looking incomplete, well
Eleven years old and he's on his own, well
Just can't
Living this life no stress
Making this thing worthwhile
Got the whole game on freeze
Drip when I walk through streets
Doing this thing with ease
Blessed by
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
Ohh
Yeah
I take time to thank the Lord cause he saved me
And gave me peace cause these streets be so crazy
I take time to thank the Lord cause he
would've thought, with my shirt so damp
That I would be healed by a street lamp
Life has gone on, and I'm still feeling strong
Through all of the ups
after time
Got my checks now watch me take off
What's up now
(Keep it going Flip you coming off)
All my life I been surrounded by danger
Sneaky bitches
Gotta be a player for life
Gotta be a player for life
Gotta be a player for life
Gotta be a player for life
Gotta be a player for life
Gotta be
of pressure, I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets
You want war, I'ma give you war
I'm in too deep
You want peace, I'ma give you
This life (This life)
I'yee aya'm na afu na street now is too bad (now is too bad)
The street di real the street will kill Stay calm (hee stay calm)
Onye
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison it should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way
(white)
Fuck a peace sign, you gon' get hit one time (bah, bah, bah)
I get that fish scale, turn it to hard white (white)
Live by the street life, that's
not conformed by the world
Food for thought turn your pain into pearls
Peace peace aye we bringing peace
Renew your mind aye the Lord is peace
Streets
And we fly we take the things we want for life
We leave the rest to die bad man sharp undertaker
Take me down resurrect like jesus street life
Bring you
block
I'm that lifestyle, I'm that spot
I'm that kid by the number spot
That's my past that made me hot
Here's my life long anthem
Can't forget about
thumping
It’s hard to sleep through the night
When all I know the street life
Decisions I made
I know that they ain’t right
Gotta look both ways when you
Can't leave the game alone the streets need me
Here another day I struggle to survive But every day I thank God that I'm alive
Life's a bitch ain't a damn
mistakes In my past
My reflections on life
I'm drippin Bonaqua, Bonjour Sipp'd the holly water
I started trappin on the Mic
I had to leave the streets
I'm
a road play bap bap you
Beat so unbrand just call me
Uptown beveling Jerry look at my
Brother's spike no talking
Bring alders on pass by your house
just trying to get by
This is my life
This is my life
This is my life
This is my life
Got caught up in da streets wit what da big homies taught us
Now
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