Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Lights, artist - Scarface. Album song My Homies Pt. 2 (Screwed), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Street Lights |
That’s a set back, you know I’m saying man |
Lil' Red, way back in the motherfucking cut man |
Nigga was like shit nigga, I was like what come on man |
Street lights are glowing, everyday’s another struggle |
And moving slowly in silence, steady making sho' my hustle |
Is air tight, these city streets is hectic gotta get it here |
Tomorrow ain’t a promise to me, so I don’t live in fear |
I work until I touch it, stack it until I need it |
I spend it on what I want, re-up and that’s when I bleed it |
The soldier could never see me, as being some’ing that’s lesser |
A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered without a question |
Product of my surroundings, click it clack it and and down him |
All they know is he missing, but niggas ain’t never found him |
I’m sorry but still in yet, I don’t live it on regrets |
I’m a motherfucking killer, for realer this ain’t a threat |
I’m as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life |
And never when niggas might, hit you under city lights |
So get it right (never know) |
You never know when niggas might, hit you under city lights get it right |
Lord forgive me, cause I know I ain’t living right |
Still I gotta make some’ing happen, under them street lights |
But pay attention, let me show you what my life like |
You can get your days cut short, under them street lights |
Them folks got me under the scope, cause I ain’t living right |
Still I ain’t the one to provoke, dog you get it right |
20 inch shoes when I cruise, under them city lights |
Careful with the road I choose, cause you can lose your life |
I’m praying and hoping, I never get caught in the moment |
Shot from a Glock, that’s smoking from not scoping |
When a nigga told me, you don’t work you don’t eat |
So I’m slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets lights meet |
And my pop, was a rolling stone |
15 I was grown, 16 I was holding my own |
Is it wrong to sell you a dream, or sell you a zone |
A long way from home, on this road I roam |
Still I’m po’ing the liquor, for niggas who ain’t with us |
Ery’body ain’t a gangsta, every nigga ain’t a killa |
Naw but them laws, couldn’t tell ya the difference |
So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison this ain’t living man |
Years have passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic |
Two days ago, my homegirl got blasted |
That’s tragic, happened right on my block |
I’m feeling paranoid, laws might run in my spot |
So I’m living low key, and them folks don’t know me |
Slowly I ride through the city, stack mo' cheese |
Then I slide out, to the hideout and smoke on |
Haters watching, my chest is froze like a snow-cone |
But hold on, trash talking ain’t my game |
Rather pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a Range |
Peep this it ain’t a secret, them laws ain’t right |
They like to catch a late night, living the life |
That’s why I’m on top of my game, always thinking twice |
Don’t get it twisted, I still got a mean right |
But most of the time, my nigga I’m on chill |
It’s real in the field, it’s easy to get killed |