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Streets Under Me

  1. I put them ghetto streets under me
  2. Police come, bodies go, niggaz don't see
  3. Try learning a lesson everyday you live
  4. Never ever ask a gangster "Who you wanna be?" (yeah)
  5. Watch your back, 'cause the hood gonna steer you up
  6. All your brothers gonna sell you over lean cup
  7. Hood don't even care slightest about where you came from
  8. All it sees is dead bodies and nobody knows
  9.  
  10. Big backs, they represent them big stacks
  11. That them homies got from drugs and getting straps from mack
  12. No slangs on blanks, papers got bloody over papers
  13. That's been serpent's ammunitions, busy spending all them players
  14. Opponents getting victory, that's the only time you cry
  15. But no one cares about your losses, all homies gotta fly
  16. Just yesterday they been killing over red and blue
  17. Now everybody's wearing black at the funeral (huh)
  18. The suckery's legendary, cops getting receipts
  19. Of them snitches being agents of devil and worshipping elites
  20. That could end all wars and shootings if they ever really wanted
  21. But now, we all have to hear the exact voice "Enemy spotted"
  22. In our heads, let it be gangs, politics and lifestyles
  23. Win your breads, layin the planks, exotics and aisles
  24. The latter two in dreams, that game documented in '05
  25. The further fool with creams, was a Shao Lin in his own mind
  26.  
  27. I put them ghetto streets under me
  28. Police come, bodies go, niggaz don't see
  29. Try learning a lesson everyday you live
  30. Never ever ask a gangster "Who you wanna be?" (yeah)
  31. Watch your back, 'cause the hood gonna steer you up
  32. All your brothers gonna sell you over lean cup
  33. Hood don't even care slightest about where you came from
  34. All it sees is dead bodies and nobody knows
  35.  
  36. Caught some fools dead in a Crown Vic
  37. Fought some cools' head, found a brown brick
  38. While wearing jeans that Billie gave with all the relish
  39. Before I heard a man named Eric just got perished
  40. While trying to make a bunch of dollars from scratch in easy way
  41. Saluting his pimp brothers while dreamin' Anne Hathaway
  42. The winds of death are strong here, it skips no brother and sister
  43. It even makes a real brother spraying clips on another
  44. All these lines were found in a diary from fires
  45. Belong to a newspeaker that he wrote before he retired
  46. Not even scriptmen can handle that stuff going on
  47. Yet this shit got soccer kids aspiring to be a Don
  48. But it can't last, it shouldn't; nope, Midtown ain't safe either
  49. You can't run fast, but you can stay an outsider
  50. Unless you join to the posse that hunts the pest
  51. One wrong move, now there are holes in your chest (damn)
  52.  
  53. I put them ghetto streets under me
  54. Police come, bodies go, niggaz don't see
  55. Try learning a lesson everyday you live
  56. Never ever ask a gangster "Who you wanna be?" (yeah)
  57. Watch your back, 'cause the hood gonna steer you up
  58. All your brothers gonna sell you over lean cup
  59. Hood don't even care slightest about where you came from
  60. All it sees is dead bodies and nobody knows
  61.  
  62. I see people trying to shine up like a dollar on a collar
  63. Missing shit from their own hands over Benz and a half voila
  64. Yes, it's done to get some sources just to pick some awful hoes in
  65. Just to abandon souls inside while you trying to come and go and
  66. I clocked up myself to words of God and now I see
  67. Every sunset takes me far away and bring close just a different me
  68. Cats and dogs on fake news can barely berate me over something
  69. 'Cause my habit to care a fuck molded and poisoned my demons every morning
  70. I gots the props of wisdom and spent no dollars to achieve
  71. You got your props of kingdom and spent every cent to believe
  72. I'm marching all to mate a snapper, multiplying to make a dollar
  73. I'm to be the dopest rapper till I die by another trigger
  74. You're dunking your own family over scripted letters of bank
  75. And you're the one that feels to be forced to peel another cap
  76. Buzzing on overdose, relapsing to make a revival
  77. Hoods or suburbs, all streets feel like Bengal
  78.  
  79. I put them ghetto streets under me
  80. Police come, bodies go, niggaz don't see
  81. Try learning a lesson everyday you live
  82. Never ever ask a gangster "Who you wanna be?" (yeah)
  83. Watch your back, 'cause the hood gonna steer you up
  84. All your brothers gonna sell you over lean cup
  85. Hood don't even care slightest about where you came from
  86. All it sees is dead bodies and nobody knows

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