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Street Life Songtext
von T-Bone

Street Life

Verse 1
A yo, picture me rollin', like pac in a drop gold double R, woman, champagne, weed, cigars
And caviar, living tha life of a thug, moving 'em drugs, ducking 'em slugs, dealing with
Phones tapped wit bugs, plus, associated wit some hard hittas, cold killas, convicts, thugs
And drug dealers, cop killas and drug lords stacking 8 figures, quick to pull a trigga and
Leave a body floating in a river, we gorillas, in this jungle collecting mad scrilla, banking on
Cheddar and cream from dope fiends, from a land where everybody gotta fend for
Themselves, half of tha mommies doing 25 to life in a cell, seems like we dwell in tha pits
Of hell, wit no bail, chained up, captive and tortured by the enemy's spell, who hears my
Cry from these lonely jail cells and what do I profit to lose my soul and gain from drug
Sales?

Hook
Livin' tha street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice, hanging wit players that plan heists
And roll dice, in casinos, like Bugsy Siegal, we outlaws, forever livin' illegal, tha street life.

Verse 2
A yo, tha street life is tha only life I know, taught to hustle these mean streets and grind to
Make dough, cope that 4-4, jump in tha 6-4, blast on my adversaries then end up on death
Row, yo, this was tha life I seen raised as a youth, where everybody smoking chronic,
Sippin' 98 proof, ain't no happy days and sunshine, in my hood it's just crime, crying and
One time, slugs flyin', and everybody tryin' to come up in this evil drug game, insane,
Visions of murder just increase the pain, cocaine and met amphetamine, I want out, but I
Gave an oath to tha death of me, so let it be, I'm a ride on my enemy, but when they bury
Me, I fear where my soul will be, eternally, searchin' for light patna, but I'm in tha midst of
Tha dark, it's so hard, when you in this ghetto prison, looking for God.

Verse 3
Another homey die so I wipe the tears from my eyes, and ask God how many lonely
Painful tears will I cry, seems like nobody even care about here in tha hood, I tried to get a
Job, but they swear I'm up to no good, misunderstood from a young age, on a rampage,
From an adolescent, carrying hollow points in my smith-n-wessen, for anybody second
Guessing if I'm scared to test 'em, ain't nuttin' even worth livin' fo', tha richa getting' richa and
Tha ghetto remain poor, liquor stores and tha gun shops, and everybody wonders why my
Thugs pack glocks and kill cops, full of hurt since birth, why was I placed on this earth,
Seems like everybody in tha ghetto is cursed wit a curse, and what's worse, is that my
Patnas dying at a fast rate, dear God can you help me out, I'm looking for an escape.
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