| This might sound crazy but
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| I love suffering, I love struggle, I love pain
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| 'Cause what don’t kill you make you stronger nigga
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| And I’m as strong as they come
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| I love the streets 'cause that’s what made me me
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| Without the streets, baby, I couldn’t eat
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| I love the streets and although we was poor'
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| Without struggle boy you can’t grow
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| I love the streets and even though we sold drugs
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| And paid for it in blood, I love the streets
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| No matter what happened to me
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| My hood or your hood, it’s all good
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| I love the streets
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| Right now, my life don’t mean an awful lot
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| If I died today, who think the world gon' stop?
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| There’s a million niggaz just like me on the block
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| It’s either entertainment or sports or sellin' that rock
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| Think the judge gon' take ya word over a cops?
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| You be just another nigga that they stick in the box
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| But we are the streets, what other choice we got?
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| Then to go hard, give them niggaz all we got
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| Fuck that as long as I got breath in my lungs
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| I’m livin' my life, waitin' for my death to come
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| If you made it out the hood then God blessed you son
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| But if your fam there you ain’t out lesson one
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| Gotta spread around nigga that’s what’s real to me
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| Turn on the news, swear the shit be killin' me
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| Y’all from the streets probably ain’t feelin' me
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| You could take me out the hood but it’s still in me
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| I love the streets 'cause that’s what made me me
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| Without the streets, baby, I couldn’t eat
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| I love the streets and although we was poor'
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| Without struggle boy you can’t grow
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| I love the streets and even though we sold drugs
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| And paid for it in blood, I love the streets
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| No matter what happened to me
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| My hood or your hood, it’s all good
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| I love the streets
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| Fools is fake, I come through with the ghoulish face
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| Take small step, big moves I make
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| I could put it to your face then choose your fate
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| Everyday, Thanksgivin' for me two plates
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| Yeah, we do grace, God bless it all
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| From the mess hall to the boulevard with the dead dogs
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| When we cough and spit, guns they speak
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| The same language is the bullets, who talkin' shit?
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| Yo, Pac if ya listenin' they got the game twisted
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| Talkin' 'bout the hate you gave little infants
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| Fuck everybody here today, place ya ways
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| And ya fade away like the memory of Gotti
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| Take it back to '90, last year high school
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| Didn’t graduate though, still had to make dough
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| That’s my word, word for word I understood it all
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| Had big dreams though the hood is small
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| I love the streets 'cause that’s what made me me
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| Without the streets, baby, I couldn’t eat
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| I love the streets and although we was poor
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| Without struggle boy you can’t grow
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| I love the streets and even though we sold drugs
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| And paid for it in blood, I love the streets
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| No matter what happened to me
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| My hood or your hood, it’s all good
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| I love the streets |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Love da Streets , by - Sticky Fingaz. Song from the album Decade...but Wait It Gets Worse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп