Street Life
Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 6:01 am
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ayo i chose the street life at a young age,knowin the consequences at the end
was the grave or the cage
but fuck it let the book turn its page,every day is a different stage of rage
going insane,i cant make a living out minum wage
We all gotta end,and if u hard u dont gotta pretend,after they die whos gonna remember them
so i gotta hustle,looking out for narcs thats tryna bust u,undercovers tryna touch u
i rather burn in hell,then burn in a cell where u die and no one can tell,but fuck that
im still moving packs,but theres rats tryna cut throat behind ur back
they tryna find out where the stacks at,so they can slip threw with gats and leave with
the g's in there backpacks
they say lifes a bitch so ima treat her like a chick,and close my eyes and let it suck my dick
i been threw too much shit
now im stuck in the ghetto,where every day is a dance with the devil,hope'n i can get this settled
im just rapping with some demons,now i know why they say shit happens for a reason
cuz things change like every season
i feel like my green line went flat,i been threw hell and came back with the same story as that
Have u ever had a dream so vivid? u thought it was a nightmare till 3 days later u live it
Have u ever heard whispers in your ears? but no one was near,u thought u was buggin but what
if u wasnt
Have Ever got so bent?,u went on a trip and half way there u forgot where u went
In The hood most niggas might hate me,but they dont do shit cuz the 38's dont got no safety's
and u can say u hard but u cant replace me
and i dont even wanna talk about my gun collection,cuz if i did by tonight ill have a order proctection
ayo i chose the street life at a young age,knowin the consequences at the end
was the grave or the cage
but fuck it let the book turn its page,every day is a different stage of rage
going insane,i cant make a living out minum wage
We all gotta end,and if u hard u dont gotta pretend,after they die whos gonna remember them
so i gotta hustle,looking out for narcs thats tryna bust u,undercovers tryna touch u
i rather burn in hell,then burn in a cell where u die and no one can tell,but fuck that
im still moving packs,but theres rats tryna cut throat behind ur back
they tryna find out where the stacks at,so they can slip threw with gats and leave with
the g's in there backpacks
they say lifes a bitch so ima treat her like a chick,and close my eyes and let it suck my dick
i been threw too much shit
now im stuck in the ghetto,where every day is a dance with the devil,hope'n i can get this settled
im just rapping with some demons,now i know why they say shit happens for a reason
cuz things change like every season
i feel like my green line went flat,i been threw hell and came back with the same story as that
Have u ever had a dream so vivid? u thought it was a nightmare till 3 days later u live it
Have u ever heard whispers in your ears? but no one was near,u thought u was buggin but what
if u wasnt
Have Ever got so bent?,u went on a trip and half way there u forgot where u went
In The hood most niggas might hate me,but they dont do shit cuz the 38's dont got no safety's
and u can say u hard but u cant replace me
and i dont even wanna talk about my gun collection,cuz if i did by tonight ill have a order proctection