Lyrics Street Life - Soulja Slim, Master P, Silkk The Shocker

Street Life

Silkk, Slim, P
It’s like, we out the game
(What's up Soulja Slim?)
Keep from callin' us
It’s like we’re never gonna be
(Master P in there, boy)
Street life, is the only life we know
(That's all I know) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, gotta hustle for our dough
(I'm just tryin' to get it 'fore I go) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, is the only life we know
(That's all I know) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, gotta get mine 'fore I go
(I'm just tryin' to get it 'fore I go) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Always live the street life
Never knew how to treat life
Knew once I get my shit right, it was gonna be right
I see life, and I’m livin' up to my dreams
It was a hard struggle
But that was only just for a nigga to bubble
Some of my people made it, and some of my people didn’t
But I’m gonna ball for y’all, big baby
And ball actin' crazy
And watch my back, for the shady nigga tryin' to do me somethin'
I’m ballin' cause my rhyme done threw me something
Hard labor, and hard times
After hard rhymes
Glad I ain’t got the Glock no more
Takin' what’s yours and call it mine
I called my moms' today
She asked me did I pray?
I told her, I got to, cause the streets I’m roamin' on is one way
See the street life be shady
I wonder, if my parents knew before they made me?
That shit’s crazy Will I survive this shit?
Maybe But see, I’ve been strugglin' and hustlin'
Ever since my, grandmother was a baby
You think I’d be sayin' to myself
How many more days you leave jail?
When I can be on the street with my peep nigga
Countin' some mill
Hypnotized by fast thangs, fast cars and fast bitches
I’m tryin' to have fast things, can you dig it?
(What's up?) Hopin' outta 4 doors (What you mean?)
Sittin' low in low-low's
Never fuck with, no I don’t know hoes For sho' hoes
Come from the South and no doubt I wear jibo’s and polo’s
Everything I ride is chrome and mo-mo's
Can’t' trust a few, cause that’s a no no
You gotta watch your back, cause niggas will jack
That’s why I stay strapped with 4−4's
See, I’m tryin' to have enough money to turn every project into a condo
Every nigga I don’t like, to wino’s
And every girl that alright, to fine hoes
And my next contract Negotiate for 89 O’s
Now see, the street life be hard, but I still drop the top
And niggas be lookin' at me all mad, so I cock the Glock
Street Life
Uh!
These eyes, they see killas and fiends
From the Calliope To Magnol, to the, meant for me
Nigga, times done changed
I mean its crazy
Dear mama, won’t you pray for your baby?
I’m tired of bein' broke
So I’mma keep mines out here with this weed and coke
Young nigga, rollin' with the ballers
Live my life for the day, cause there ain’t nothin' promised for tommorow
But, I’mma ball till I fall
And represent No Limit till they put my name on the wall
To my niggas in the penn, stay strong
And real niggas, Uh!
Ride till we make it home
Niggas ride till they make it home nigga
Street Life nigga Real street niggas
Street Life Mothafuckin' street life
Got us caught up Soulja Slim
Only life we know Silkk The Shocker
Ya heard me?
Master P
This for all the real niggas out there
From the North to the South, to the East, to the West
Calliope, Magnolia To the mothafuckin' world nigga
To the world Real niggas uniteHuh, nigga, what?
Ain’t no mothafuckin' playa hatin'
We all about the mothafuckin' green nigga
Paper chasin’All that fake shit
We gon' ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-HaWhats up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh Dj Daryl Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine Big Mo
All my mothafuckin' No Limit Soldiers
Y’all don’t hear me nigga, whats happenin'?
For Life C-Murder
Cut the mothafuckin' lights out nigga
Ya heard me?
Shhhh