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Streets Raised Me

Mobb Deep

Murda Muzik

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[Havoc] It's kinda bug how I dose sometimes; know they staring Brain feels like a wheel lost without the ball bearing Stuck, contemplating who I can trust But like llello in a bill my feelings just get crushed But thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns Don't get mad , Rip your hun, concentrate on my funds Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist Never get patted down when I step in the place Jiggied up, scope the spot, confirm beef, if it's not Bally up, after this get followed straight to the crib Gem Star, double edge apply pressure Shave em down, blow marks intruding through your mecca Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look Stick em up, leave Medicaid with the bill to foot God-Body, With a rubber grip black shotty Pump one in that ass make a nigga switch hobbies A dosage, hand delivered, without postage Bring it to your door step quick on short notice Niggas get sniped like, clog your bronchite Show em how to rock right, when bitches are holdin mics, street life [Hook: repeat 2X] Why'd you have to raise me this way? You taught me how to survive the concrete For how long only time will say Forever you a part of me (Street Life) [Big Noyd] This is something you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Street Blues This is real, this is ill street news How he gone, and left his moms mind struck And now his brother not givin a fuck Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet that I want you to rest black, cause you can believe that Noyd gon' handle that Cause when I get em, I'm gonna have em Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them I'm no killer, you know me But I'll be damned if I don't ride for my co-D And then this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means I never been clean Nigga, my whole click got dirty From the vials, to the trials and the bloodied up syrtie Nigga you heard me, it's gangsta (and to the block) [Hook] [Prodigy] Vision the canvas I paint a picture Similar to Ernies Barnes nigga But mines is more ghetto more guns More drugs, mostly thugs All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out Park benches is broke, a nigga stretched out Jumped off the roof and fell to his death it's real Hand Ball walls displayed with R-I-P murials Those who sling, play the shadows by the building Devils spring, keep em going while the snows blowing Grams get dipped, 50's is moked, cookies is broke And Spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke The sun set looks beautiful over the projects What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off don't get clipped off Street life [Hook]
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