| In the streets
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| Cock guns and bust yo' heat
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| In the streets
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| Where we live and die for beef
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| In the streets
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| Hoes’ll set you up, get blood on your sheets
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| In the streets
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| By any means we gon' eat
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| In the streets
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| Sellin drugs you might blow up
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| In the streets
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| They got hoes to set you up
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| In the streets
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| Even police is corrupt
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| In the streets
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| There’s a million niggas just like us
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| I swear I ain’t been the same since they had to bury my pops
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| I’m uncivilized like I was raised in a box
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| I’m told get your sister raped nigga makin you watch
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| Fuck the cops, fuck the world, I’m above the law
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| They can’t catch me, what you think the gloves is for?
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| Got your ear to the street, you ain’t hearin me
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| Motherfucker, the streets got they ear to me
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| Speak my name, better think careful duke
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| Like when clingin on to life who gon' be there for you?
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| Get blood on they seats, drive you to the hospital
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| Nobody!!! |
| Cause you goin to hell
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| I got an image to protect and records to sell
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| Besides a one sided story is easy to tell
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| My poster on the wall only way you see me in jail
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| Sticky Fingaz nigga, the legend, the myth
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| Niggas get shot everytime I shoot the gift
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| I banged out in dorms and tore mouths off
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| While yall run to cops as soon as it pops off
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| I can’t respect lames when I’m knowin you soft
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| That’s why I feel the pain for my thugs up north
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| No regrets in this world, not one care
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| No respect for this world without no peers
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| They did me wrong for years, I’m finally gettin back
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| Never sheaded a tear seein niggas on they back
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| Lord knows it hurts to put his people in the dirt
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| Bullet holes in shirts and chumps buried in skirts
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| Prayin to God is hard, these streets don’t play
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| But you gotta keep up your guard and hope the pain go away
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| I’m from where they shoot street lights out
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| And you gotta yell to talk over passin trains
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| And watch who you fuck with when passin 'cain
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| Cause them same fists’ll get your wrists trapped in chains, nigga
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| My killers move triggers and set firearms off
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| Smoke the type of blunts that set fire alarms off
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| One shot’ll blow your face, chest and your arms off
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| Murderin Guiliani for all the pain that he’s causin
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| Launderin dirty laundry through banks of corporate?
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| Shit doctors can only calm me til the drugs wear off
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| One pump of the sawed-off and your squad’ll be hauled off
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| Dropped her off in the car lock, locked in the trunk of the car
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| Shit’s official, we spittin through government issue
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| 40 automatic pistols rippin through brain tissue
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| Stuffin coke up wit your bitch I’ll piss through
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| In a black on black Lambo', puffin on Monte Cristos
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| Under our politics, codes of the street
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| Never negotiate with killers with intentions of breach
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| Only associate with villains if you willin to bleed
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| Cause leakin’ll get your mother hogtied and brutally beat |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Like Us, artist - Sticky Fingaz. Album song Decade...but Wait It Gets Worse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп