STREET STRUCK

VERSE 1:

Duns trying to touch me when I’m up in the projects,

sending Glock shots through windows in my complex,

you hear cops shot on the hot blocks, it’s the process,

where these kids pop rocks, obsessed with these objects,

meaningless material things that turned us to violence,

you’ll never hear the hustler’s Tecs yearning in silence,

‘cuz it’s just unspeakable, the things we fucking did,

some nigga frontin, acting hard, yeah he’s just a kid,

fuck it, I guess the police there are simply shook,

you know the ghetto’s infested with pimps and crooks,

and so I guess it’s time for changes, like Pac wrote it,

these people trying to act hard pull guns not loaded,

it’s so stupid, this cycle, it’s psycho, trouble has brewed,

kids are running up robbin’ niggas, bucking them too,

don’t ask me about it, I didn’t grow up on the streets,

but I just rhyme about it, I just blow up on the beats,

single mothers doing crack, absent dads moving back,

to their cowardly homes, and leaving them all alone but

 

HOOK:

You betta listen when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll

Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time

So pay attention when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll

Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time

 

VERSE 2:

The government doesn’t do shit, they’re needing a war,

to get some oil, some plans to foil, fuck feeding the poor,

you see it ain’t the same, ‘cuz the way we play the game,

it’s like we teach ‘em to do this shit, let’s make a change,

and it’s hard in a hustle when you’re caught up in it,

we need fix it and change it, and we ain’t got a minute,

we need to speak on these mean streets about the crime,

‘cuz some young influenced niggas pull out their nines,

just yesterday I saw this ghetto nigga jacking an Ac,

and I could tell very well that he was packing a Mac,

‘cuz brothers are addicted to the crack and the smack,

they’re just frontin’, and they’re just acting in fact,

they’re just tryna represent their ghettos and hoods,

but you can tell that they hold the lead in their blood,

they’re just concerned with the Benjamins and nice threads,

and chase those dreams ‘till they go and they bite lead and

 

HOOK:

You betta listen when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll

Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time

So pay attention when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll

Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time