| I’ve been living so foul so long, I swear
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| I think it’s the only way I know how to live
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| The streets made a monster in Jozeemo
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| I might need some help
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| Let’s go
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| The streets is all I know, the drugs is what I do
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| The crime is a damn shame, God, you hear me?
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| The streets is all I know, the drugs is what I do
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| The crime is a damn shame
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| You want to talk about hammers? |
| Well I own some
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| You want to talk about cases? |
| Well I got a few
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| Probably ‘cause I shot at you
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| I’m from the east side of Durham where the cops patrol
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| And live by the code «lock and load»
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| Glocks explode and grandmothers end up crying
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| Half the time, the wrong nigga always end up dying
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| What’s a daddy? |
| Ain’t nobody got them, we got to suffer
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| Knowing some dirty nigga in the back fucking our mother
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| School shopping, got two outfits, the other kids noticed
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| Started joking, shit, I ain’t been back since
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| I was a little nigga fiending to eat
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| And when the weather got cold, I found out the true meaning of heat
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| Fuck a radiator kerosene
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| I was 11 years old with a nine, I was strapped with a inf beam
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| Way too young for this grown man shit
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| But I’ll be damned if I’m on clutching with a two-hand grip
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| Come on
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| The streets is all I know, the drugs is what I do
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| The crime is a damn shame, God, you hear me?
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| Yo
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| I heard of CREAM but the DREAM seem astounding
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| ‘Cause in my hood, drugs rule everything around me
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| Never hit the mall, the booth will bring the stores to you
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| It’s amazing what some hard can do
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| Make a mother take the food right out of a child’s mouth
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| A preacher get to losing religion and wild out
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| I’ve seen it all first hand
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| All-nighters on the block scared as fuck trying to bubble off my first gram
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| I got robbed, I got punched in the eye
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| And said «fuck it», next nigga try to play me got to die
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| So before I got posted up, 40-cal holsted up
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| Been about my life, took the strip and lit the whole shit up
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| That’s when the beef came, the hood had my back, jack
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| So that’s when the east came and Jozee got the street fame
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| The LOV was running shit, we had it locked, stocked, and barreled
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| Thorough, that’s even before the summer hit |