Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything (Show Me Love), artist - Statik Selektah. Date of issue: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everything (Show Me Love) |
| The streets show me love |
| 'Cause I come from the mud |
| Yeah I come from the slums where them niggas selling drugs |
| And them niggas toting guns |
| Yeah I done been through everything |
| You gotta cherish everything |
| The streets show me everything |
| Yeah they show me love |
| 'Cause I come from the mud |
| Yeah I come from the slums where them niggas selling drugs |
| And them niggas toting guns |
| Yeah I done been through everything |
| You gotta cherish everything |
| The streets show me everything |
| Everything, everything |
| Yeah, I come from the hood |
| Everybody’s a shooter and the street is filled with blood |
| Got some niggas screaming «blood,» some niggas screaming «cuz» |
| They caught up in the game, decisions by the judge |
| This is everyday so we walk around with a grudge |
| But I’ma tell you this, I ain’t never give a fuck |
| All we know is how to hustle, ducking undercovers and |
| We know we ain’t shit but our momma’s still love us, yeah |
| I come from the mud, graduated from the gutta |
| So I celebrated cause I made it from the gutta |
| But the streets still buzzing |
| You could hate it or love it, I’ma rep it |
| I know what it is cause I’m from it so |
| You ain’t gotta wait til a nigga dead and gone |
| Just to show the homie love, you could show me now |
| Follow me, I’ma show you how to hold it down |
| The streets show me love |
| 'Cause I come from the mud |
| Yeah I come from the slums where them niggas selling drugs |
| And them niggas toting guns |
| Yeah I done been through everything |
| You gotta cherish everything |
| The streets show me everything |
| Yeah they show me love |
| 'Cause I come from the mud |
| Yeah I come from the slums where them niggas selling drugs |
| And them niggas toting guns |
| Yeah I done been through everything |
| You gotta cherish everything |
| The streets show me everything |
| Everything, everything |
| They got my back against the wall |
| 52 blocks |
| These niggas treat you like a bitch a few shots |
| Trying to make a dollar, narcotics stashed in my tube socks |
| Stopped and frisked got me |
| Try to be a family man, get married and but damn |
| They done hit the with like fifty shots |
| And these youngins tryna get what we got |
| We talked to 'em but they try to do it big while they listen to Pac |
| Corner violence |
| Dropped out of junior high to roam projects |
| Hustling for loud, Gucci belts, and foam posits |
| Mommy’s smoked out, daddy’s gone, shit’s real |
| Don’t know the last time he had a home cooked meal |
| Rocking bandanas claiming colors, he a threat now |
| Claiming respect now, holding the set down |
| Lil Fame, Statik Selekt now, come on! |
| The streets show me love |
| 'Cause I come from the mud |
| Yeah I come from the slums where them niggas selling drugs |
| And them niggas toting guns |
| Yeah I done been through everything |
| You gotta cherish everything |
| The streets show me everything |
| Yeah they show me love |
| 'Cause I come from the mud |
| Yeah I come from the slums where them niggas selling drugs |
| And them niggas toting guns |
| Yeah I done been through everything |
| You gotta cherish everything |
| The streets show me everything |
| Everything, everything |