Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Streets Are Callin' Me , by - WoodieRelease date: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
The Streets Are Callin' Me |
| I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds |
| Dealin' with these suckas, but they only seem to bark loud |
| Still I keep a strap for when I come across a killa |
| I dreamt the day I’ll have to fight that killa in the mirror |
| I wake up every mornin', hit my fifth and hope I live |
| Just another day to see what tomorrow’s got to give |
| I’m addicted to the liquor |
| And at days I peel the sticker off another 40 ounce |
| And wonder, «How did my life get here?» |
| My ole goes in stayin' drunk and eliminatin' funk |
| Fuckin' hoes or rollin' triple golds always up in the trunk |
| My mother asks me everyday, «Are you still bangin?» |
| I lie and tell her, «No», but her heart knows I ain’t changed none |
| I hate to see her cry, wipe the tears from her eyes |
| And try to tell her everything is gonna be alright |
| I hug her tightly, as I leave it bothers me |
| But for now I gotta go, cuz these streets are callin' me |
| My mother prays that I quit the life I lead |
| Damn I try to change my ways, but these streets are callin' me |
| And I love her to death, but at the same time I’m a souljah |
| I gotta put in work, let rivals know they can’t get over |
| I’m a yoc influenced souljah taking chances |
| I’m levelin' with all my homeboys up in drug induced trances |
| Evil dances through our thoughts as we plot different strategies |
| To kill our enemies and not get caught |
| My homie got shot in the spine, he’s been paralyzed |
| I see nothin' but deep despair when I stare into his eyes |
| I feel my anger rise as I think about his character |
| He never hurt nobody, just a homeboy that was there for ya |
| These streets are really fair, and that’s a hard lesson learned |
| But you realize quick enough after up three time getting burned |
| The streets are cold, bits of love but mostly greed is all they hold |
| You in my way, I’ll burn a load and make yo head explode, |
| That’s my moto |
| Livin' in the bottle, hit the throttle |
| Let this shit start to get you thick, break out the fully-auto |
| Just got done |
| Creasin' up my khakis, put my NIKES on |
| I hear my homeboys outside honkin' the horn |
| I guess tonight’s on |
| Grabbed the tray snubby |
| Give my moms a kiss goodbye |
| As I hop into the ride |
| She prays that I come home alive |
| I can’t justify my life because I know I’m livin' wrong |
| What the fuck do you expect me to do when the funk is on |
| Tryin' to get along, with my rivals |
| Foo, you must be jokin' |
| What you smokin? |
| Hollow tips and pistols clips is what I got for fools approachin' |
| I’m tryin' to get ahead |
| Spitin' high-lead at these rivals ramped up |
| In this life of vega got me homicidal |
| Better check my vital signs |
| Since I’m livin half dead by the thoughts |
| Got my brain washed, fuckin' with my head |
| Break a sweat up in my bed |
| Dude, the nightmares got my body tense |
| But still I’m prepared to die for this so called nonsense |
| Cuz everything is fucked up |
| The whole world is corrupt |
| I’ll never switch up on my homies |
| So consider me stuck, fucked |
| I ain’t trippin' though |
| Yeah my money’s sittin' low |
| But still I got enough to get a four-0 at the liquor store |
| And clothes on my back, plus a gat for these rivals |
| All my only necessities for survival |