| I know what I’ve seen
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| I know what I can’t forget
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| I don’t know nothing but these streets
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| I’m so tired of selling drugs
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| Hustlin' and bustin' guns
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| But I don’t know nothing but these streets
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| I started out never lookin' back on my past
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| Living like the world around me was about to crash
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| I never had shit but a dream and a blunt in my pocket…
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| No hope but the roach that burns out when I drop it
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| I don’t give a damn about a pig
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| I’m breakin' the law
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| Go get the pistol at your crib
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| I got two in my draws
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| I been packin' a piece since I stood four foot tall
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| Never trusted a busta with a bigger mouth than his balls
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| Sixteen as a runnaway
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| Gang war gun play
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| Seventeen lettin' shots blow on the highway
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| Eighteen feelin' as hard as God
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| Nineteen lookin' at a punk judge on a gun charge
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| I ain’t beggin' bitch
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| Put me in jail…
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| Look at where the hell I’m at now
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| I’m living in hell
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| What’s life? |
| I end up dead or incarcerated
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| With free room and board
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| Saying «look mom I made it…
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| And I hate it»
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| I know what I’ve seen
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| I know what I can’t forget
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| I don’t know nothing but these streets
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| I’m so tired of selling drugs
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| Hustlin' and bustin' guns
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| But I don’t know nothing but these streets
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| I bought four or five Zs with my cash
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| And now I got four or five tweakers on my ass
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| Every single one wants a gram or two
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| But that’s how that powder do when them fools finally choose to live like them
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| junkies do
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| They was born to lose
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| But I was born to profit
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| What you lookin' for cause I bet you that I got it
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| I got that powder
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| Let them eat it
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| Then convince them that they need it
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| They believe it and you’re seein' profits rising like a penis
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| I ain’t got no truck on 24's
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| Ain’t got no spinnin' rims or no Lamborgini doors…
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| I’ve always been poor
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| But I will let you know
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| I got a 44 and I bet I’ll let it blow
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| Dead cold
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| Nobody heard it when your ass was gettin' murdered
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| So I leave that stinky body in a building that’s deserted
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| How perverted and absurd of me to kill you undeservedly
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| But in time there’s sure to be a reason to occur to me…
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| I know what I’ve seen
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| I know what I can’t forget
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| I don’t know nothing but these streets
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| I’m so tired of selling drugs
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| Hustlin' and bustin' guns
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| But I don’t know nothing but these streets
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| I lost everything I had so fast
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| And seen young lives shattered like broken glass
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| Life ain’t fair
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| So it seems
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| But I know what it means to be a child and let a bad decision kill your dreams
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| One minute on the corner sellin' them sacks
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| The next minute you’ve lost years you can never get back
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| Everybody makes mistakes homez
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| But fuck it…
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| Ain’t everybody blessed to get the chance to learn from it
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| I’m a man now
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| I understand now that life’s hard
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| But it’s all in God’s hands now
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| I find comfort in knowin' I’m blind
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| But still seein' that His hand’s a lot bigger than mine
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| They can take my life from me
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| Put two in my chest
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| But if I died for a reason then they’re only killing my flesh
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| If I can rise above this wrong I was taught to repeat
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| They can’t judge me for only ever knowin' These Streets
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| I know what I’ve seen
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| I know what I can’t forget
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| I don’t know nothing but these streets
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| I’m so tired of selling drugs
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| Hustlin' and bustin' guns
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| But I don’t know nothing but these streets |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Streets, artist - Crucifix. Album song Cruce Signati, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп