Lyrics:
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
of fire always getting shot down
Look at how far I came by spitting these raw poems
Detailing the battlefield my dairy is a warzone
DMX told me that it’s
"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
Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast
And I know, there'll never be peace (never)
That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
'Cause
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
Mhm, unnuh already know
You already know
Killy dem already know
Fanatix (FaNaTiX)
These streets don't love you
Just bear this in, just bear
of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
Captain Hook to these infants, it's like my folks is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen,
brain
In these streets we lose a lose a lot a real ones
Granny’s crying losing all they grandson
Rest In Peace my dog he was living by the handgun
Ain't no future in these streets it's the truth
If you keep playing this game you gonna lose
Don't ruin your life change the way you move
Or best
the bush and just get to the point (slam)
You wanna be me, I know what you want
But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt (nah)
Live by the gun then you
Never leave my heat home
I'm everywhere the streets know
I live by the G code
Bitch I think I'm Nino
I seen a AK before I seen college
I'm destined
Talk the street life, walk the street life
Love the street life, live the street life
By the street life, supply the street life
Ride and stay tight,
(Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony)
Bone (xalot)
Wasteland soldier, these are the days of our lives
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand
homie lost his life
But how he changed the lives around him
Everyday he was alive
Every time I think about my boy, it blows my mind
How these years have
Get off my block
Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
Let's run these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block
Now who
Get off my block
Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
Let's run these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block
Now who
tattooed
and scarred up, ready for war on my arm
Catch you slipping in these streets, send your head to be harmed, you been warned
Swear to god, lord it's
to spittin
6:30 was the time, 7 years gone by, 8 of us done been deceased
9 times outta 10 somebody bleedin' in these streets
Tell me what's the reason?
the hood
You got a problem with that?
Real nigga so this rap shit easy
(When I speak) Theses niggas believe me
'Cause bitch I'm Jeezy
I got the streets
how it go
You live and you die by that street code
In the heat of the moment you can't froze
Well atleast you ain't supposed
Stop tellin these niggas
I need peace
Find my peace
My life in pieces
I'm tryna get a piece
Truth if you live by
You die by the piece
Please God, help me find my peace
I need
retreat
I doubt you even live here still
But it quickens up the pace of my heartbeat
When I find myself by accident
On 22nd Street
All the years,
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