Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song STREET LIVIN', artist - Black Eyed Peas. Date of issue: 08.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
STREET LIVIN' |
| Streets, streets |
| Livin' in the streets |
| Street livin', caught in the trap |
| Guns or books, sell crack or rap |
| Be like kings or be like pawns |
| They called us coons, now they call us cons |
| Street niggas be packing pistols |
| Terrorists be blasting missiles |
| Crips and Bloods and retail thugs |
| CIA planes bring Colombian drugs in |
| Don't push me 'cause I'm close to hell |
| The teachers in my neighborhood can hardly spell |
| And compare to them, prison guards get paid well |
| Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale |
| So, forget about the statue of General Lee |
| Because the status of blacks are generally |
| Gonna end up in some penitentiary |
| Systematically, that's how they made it to be |
| Listen, they derailed the soul train |
| And put a nightmare in every Martin Luther King |
| And privatized prisons are owned by the same |
| Slave masters that owned the slave trade game |
| And racists no longer have to be racist |
| 'Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did |
| Now, every time I hear a new def jam |
| Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan |
| I understand what's a nigga to choose? |
| Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news |
| I get it, what's a nigga to do? |
| No education in the hood got a nigga confused |
| Street livin', tough conditions |
| Brainwashed by the television |
| We lost in the war we live in |
| Double cross love lost no religion |
| Street livin', oh my gosh |
| Another brother got shot by the searg' |
| Another cop got off with no charge |
| If you black in the hood, you at large |
| You're guilty until you prove you're innocent |
| If you're ivory, they treat you different |
| If you're ebony, they assume your temperament |
| Will be vigilant and they call you militant |
| And you'll get shot and they'll say the incident |
| Is 'cause you're belligerent, what a coincidence? |
| Born and bred but you're still an immigrant |
| If you ain't dead, you can see imprisonment |
| There's more niggas in the prisons than there ever were slaves cotton picking |
| There's more niggas that's rotting in the prisons than there ever were slaves cotton picking |
| So, how we gon' get up out the trap? |
| Guns or books, sell crack or rap |
| Street livin', hustle or hoops |
| Guns or books, get shot or shoot |
| Street livin', ain't no rules |
| Break the law, make the breakin' news |
| The life you choose could be the life you lose |
| Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes |
| Street livin', ain't no joke |
| It's a cold world, better bring your coat |
| Revoke 'cause the streets are broke |
| And now they wanna take away our dreams and hopes |
| Street livin', no economics |
| No way out of the Reaganomics |
| Infected by the black plague, new bubonic |
| No comprende, we speak ebonics |
| Street livin', what's your position? |
| You can take action or take a dick |
| Listen, you can get fucked by the system |
| Or you can say "fuck the system" |