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
sinner
And you got the nerve to wonder why I'm in these streets robbin'?
Well go and get batman, and go get back man
I don't need to be judged by you
are split one by one
Come on, yeah
No matter how I fall asleep, when I wake up I'm sober
Nobody wants to live on the kind of street where party's
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
I'm surrounded by these freaks
But I'm just a player still in love with these streets, yeah
Ay, copped a eighth of purp Then a quarter ounce, moved up
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
These three things
I do pray
Day by day
Day by day, by day, by day
[These three things]
Day by day, by day, by day
[I do pray]
Day by day, by
another day)
Gotta find a new way
Find another way
You can live another day
Find another way
You can make a better day
The hustle in the streets
Where
Folk got to readjust their thinking
Because they thought that they used to master
All of these instruments and
Nobody else could
But the Chinese are
When he hollas momma put dinner in his baby bottle
These streets got me doin' shit that I really don't want to
But niggas gotta be strapped
second for ya to leave
Ya gotta make wise choices out here in these streets
Ya make the wrong move ya end up deceased
All lives can't matter until black
Cross that I'm bearing
A yo the game I almost over
It's time to live sober
We're in these last days
No time for games like poker
You see the signs
and reckless
But we come up full of blessings
Ya I did it with my god by my side
Coming live from the southside of the west end
Where they labeled us young
instrumentals
I'm throwing pebbles at my problems like the Batman who lives in Gotham
Positivity will blossom
Damn these buds are awesome
All this weed smoke has
who knows if I'll live to be a father
Only god knows what I dealt with
In these streets so abandoned
Every corner got a photo with a message
A mothers
please save us from these devilish men
I grew up around the sinners all trying to win
Caught up in the struggle just dying to live
Hating on each other
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
All this shit I rap in this studio
I live this shit no Cap
Yea I gotta degree but I be in these streets selling gas by the pound and I Rap
Fuck
on these streets
Now you are no longer here
My thoughts seem like an island
Marooned in years gone by
And the place where I live now
Is so far away from
life
Moving round these snakes an these rats
Keeping heat right underneath them street lights
Circle the block for i'm parking
Shit different niggaz
the streets from all these minorities
That's what we call 'em pigsties for
They're like eyesores to police
Talked to like, you're just a piece of trash
Rock'n'roll music defined the times
The sound of generations collide
These moments in time
(These moments in time)
Live on forever in my mind
(Live on forever
like Johnny Gil
Nigga, get it how you live it
In the street for real
Not the industry, that's the difference
P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did
And lost his mind to the road (Streets)
Cause the world so cold
Cause the world so cold
Ima spend these bands on the road
Ima spend these bands on the road
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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