| Shit, nigga first started this shit
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| It’s cus i liked to do it and i ain’t tryna change it into
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| Some whole other technical shit, yuh feel me?
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| These streets are made of thugs
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| I don’t wanna pop a nigga, I don’t wanna catch a slug
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| When I travel the world, all I see
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| More niggas who think like me
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| Niggas wanna change, but hating ass niggas tryna keep me in the game
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| I wanna put the gun down, nigga I can’t
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| I gotta watch my back, I don’t really wanna live like that
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| Look, I got em squinting with them city faces
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| Take over the game and did it with the basics
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| And shit my reputation speaks for itself
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| Get it on my own cus i don’t need another nigga help
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| It’s me against the world, that’s how a nigga felt
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| I said eventually a heart caught it in the stealth
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| Obama, Osama with the Llama
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| Nigga hustle up dimes and makes sippin' on liquors
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| From counting off enemies, with the Glock shit
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| And i can’t go today cus they need me on the block bitch
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| Lately a nigga been on some pot shit
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| Feeling like the cable, been riding that cockpit
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| These streets are made of thugs
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| I don’t wanna pop a nigga, I don’t wanna catch a slug
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| When I travel the world, all I see
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| More niggas who think like me
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| Niggas wanna change, but hating ass niggas tryna keep me in the game
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| I wanna put the gun down, nigga I can’t
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| I gotta watch my back, I don’t really wanna live like that
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| Look, life lessons outta' adolesence
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| Since Brooklyn died I can’t seek out an adder blessing
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| Life teacher, lotta lessons but nobody listen
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| Why niggas wanna ball without a pissin'
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| That’s why we spend half our life in the penitentiary
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| Cus everything come fast even the benjamins
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| You know I gotta get it so don’t make me out the killer man
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| Smokin' on that killer man, hoppin' out that caravan
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| You, I don’t care for, my little badass son he eat meat now
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| That’s who I do it for, that’s who I’m real to nigga
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| With the same man bitchin' for him, like i kill two niggas
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| These streets are made of thugs
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| I don’t wanna pop a nigga, I don’t wanna catch a slug
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| When I travel the world, all I see
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| More niggas who think like me
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| Niggas wanna change, but hating ass niggas tryna keep me in the game
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| I wanna put the gun down, nigga I can’t
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| I gotta watch my back, I don’t really wanna live like that
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| I was raised in the bottom of the crates man, scrapes on my plate
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| I was hungry as a hostage, been a date since I ate
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| Man my momma on dope, and my daddy shooting boy up
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| Thirteen hours grown man I wasn’t on that boy stuff
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| Trapping cos i had to, at the world I was mad dude
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| Daddy died from AIDs, fucked me up I’m goin' bad fool
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| Was a good child, but my heart turned cold
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| Promethazine on that blunt, make the blunt burn slow
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| Mentally challenged, stressed out, pressures of the world
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| Baby on the way found out I’m havin' me a girl
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| Stressin', prayin' and I’m hopin', It’s hard growing up in Oakland
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| These streets are made of thugs
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| I don’t wanna pop a nigga, I don’t wanna catch a slug
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| When I travel the world, all I see
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| More niggas who think like me
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| Niggas wanna change, but hating ass niggas tryna keep me in the game
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| I wanna put the gun down, nigga I can’t
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| I gotta watch my back, I don’t really wanna live like that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Streets , by - Compton Menace. Song from the album The Way It Is, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп