| What up
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| Welcome to New Orleans
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| Where police are corrupt
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| And niggas with no money die at the ages between 15 and 21
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| But see me? |
| I made up my mind a long time ago that I’d never fall into that
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| System
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| I’m a hustle till I get enough, then I’m a get out
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| But you know what? |
| I got caught up. |
| Started fiending for that shit
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| So now anything you sell, any corner you work for, remember that’s my shit
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| I could take it from you any time I want to
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| As long as you know that, I won’t have to make an example outta you
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| Remember, That’s the words of Fiend
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| I say the streets ain’t safe I know I could be a goner
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| Tryin' to make a million dealin' around the corner
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| And nigga Fiend know one day he’s gonna have to die
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| But What? |
| nigga What?
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| And with my gat on my side, I’m still gonna be the baddest alive (alive)
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| I’m an automatic pistol bustin' He laughs, screamin' down to the haters
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| Caution his lies knowin' he gonna pay for it later
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| But Fiend… of bieng the baddest
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| Later On, Never to go, just mama command us
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| Nigga no heat advantage, stay hustlin' livin for the day
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| Robbin' to the way in the allyway, that soldier ain’t prayin'
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| Forgive me, I almost waited for my breed to help me
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| They won’t doubt me so I’m a take somethin to get wealthy
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| Healthy, young, got a gun ain’t afraid to lose it
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| This corner, I’m about to lose it. |
| It’s life I ain’t choosin'
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| I was placed here, a nigga before me was erased here
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| Killa face fear but I plans to make and count cake here
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| Get down and show me you’re Bout It Come and take what I took
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| That chef was paddin' the way you got the face of a crook
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| Project walls shook, until Fiend’s Spirit rose in me
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| I chose to «G», Wait until the world get a load of me
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| Lord they know i don’t fuck around
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| Livin' every day like my last
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| It’s a damn shame the dirt I done did for the cash
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| Is it my fault? |
| Makin' sure my hood gonna eat
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| Not seein' defeat, nigga I just stood to my feet
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| Cocked every rock that I had, Cooked all the dope I could cook
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| Took a glance at my family, like it was the final look
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| Sellin' the shit I stole
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| Have mercy on my soul
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| And these shops about to be closed
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| Cause Fiend about to roll
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| This ain’t no war to stage
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| Feel the wrath and my rage
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| It’s bieng displayed
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| At the effect of poverty’s case
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| This ain’t no phase, I’m trapped with that want to live
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| To protect mine, I miss you with rounds of hot shit
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| My Glock eat it, the only talkin' that you get in verbal
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| And the way of my pain, so for God we gonna hurt you
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| It ain’t personal, with the thought of playin with my math
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| Can get that ass in an unending bloodbath (bloodbath)
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| My life has seen shit like this. |
| I got to much will invested
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| Fuck open chested, me and my workers bullet proof vested
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| Suggested cause my least worry is bieng arrested
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| Upset with cause more these niggas done probably confessed it
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| See I’m blessed with the game, Came along with my name
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| Tested for fame, Pushin' out crack cocaine
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| But watch the pain and strange thangs happen for greenary
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| And involves seein' me, nigga windex ya scenary
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| Believe in me is one thing, seein' is another
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| If I’d have known what i know now, I wouldn’t have lost my brother
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| Streets got death to offer to you fast or slow
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| But some stash you’re doe, you could see the casket front row
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| I know cause I done seen some casualties burn
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| Plagued?
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| So now them niggas gonna learn
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| It’s my turn
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| So when the courts ask for a plea
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| My answer is they fucked up and made a nigga like me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Streets Ain't Safe, artist - Fiend. Album song There's One In Every Family, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп