Lyrics:
And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh
(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch
his mouth
Printed my name in these streets as a motherfuckin' G
Now the next generation's lookin' at me through (?)
Walkin' through the cemetery,
my whole clip to survive shootouts
Been on both coasts fired all kinds of heat
Probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets
I got dead mens
my whole clip to survive shootouts
Been on both coasts fired all kinds of heat
Probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets
I got dead mens
the streets
Streets, streets
You know who I runs with
Quiet niggas buy guns with
Put a price on your head nigga
They just live for that dumb shit
Posted all up
"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 need a thing)
Live by the gang, die by the gang (married to the streets, I know you see the rings)
Show these niggas we ain't playin', I ain't
to pass so they live a life that lasts get saved by the system or die in these streets is something we had to grasp They say I was different in the past
anthem?
Nas, the millionaire, the mansion
When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme?
Never on schedule, but always on time
These streets
Looking for a freak to get her in my satin sheets
If you didn't see it live you might be in disbelief
You see some throwed shit up on these h-town streets
crooked know this
Surrounded by all these bogus
I would call em friends, but these niggah ain't open
But when they see me in the streets they like go head
father for the things I did to live
Yeah, I love these streets, but it don’t love me
I love this streets, but it don’t love me
I love these streets, but it
Street, off white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but B.K. Is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on billboard and I brought
These the stories
Some don’t live to tell
I wrote this shit in Braille Braille
I really did by the way
I ain’t write this
I wrote this shit in Braille
peace
Raised in the streets
You want love, I'ma show you love
Life of a thug
There's no love for me in these streets
I'm in too deep
It's just
live to retire
Cash flow extreme, dress code supreme, vocabulary obscene
Definition-street player, you know who I mean
High rollers
Yeah
Tired of the pain in these motherfucking streets
Bout to go insane in these motherfucking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherfucking heat
I lost so many people to these streets
I lost so many people in so many different ways
Feds did a sweep
Police trynna catch up to me
They ain't gone
Mike Dizzle you a fool fa dis one
Rest in peace to Pimp C you'a G to me
Corey Miller and that Chad Butler pullin' kick doors
(Live by the trigger,
I'm just trynna live life
Some of my brothers lost they soul
Wish they could live twice
Nina by my side
Cause these day's they don't fist fight
I
Fuck what a hater say
Hit these streets everyday trying to make a play (jugg jugg)
Searching for a plug i get on my knees everyday in pray (a lot)
Tryna please these niggas, shit gon' probably wear me out
Drive me crazy, I've been by myself lately
Forty on my belt lately, I don't need no help
Wasteland soldier, these are the days of our lives
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I be
still in em aint gave up
One thing about these niggaz
They aint street they showing bluff
Shit i aint fazed by your act
Nothing beat the double cross
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