| King of the Ghetto Entertainment, Rap-A-Lot
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| Dean’s List know I’m saying, that’s what I ride to
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| When I’m rolling, through these mo’fucking city streets
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| Corner to corner, block to block
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| Witnessing nothing but bullshit, first hand
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| Niggas killing niggas, know I’m saying
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| Everybody killing niggas, you know I’m saying
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| But we the main mo’fuckers, killing us
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| Tripping out here, for these god damn streets
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| To look good in these streets, to have thangs
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| In these motherfucking streets, man fuck these streets
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| Damn these city streets, are deadly to a brother
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| Cause they’re full of crooked cops, and killers and undercovers
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| Everyday is the same thang, another fatal shooting
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| Somebody daddy done died, so they mama prostituting
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| Just to make ends meet, and get the bills paid
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| Wonder why we bleed the corner dry, until the laws raid
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| Trying to make a dollar, out of nickel and a dime
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| KFC and McDonalds don’t wanna hire me, because my teeth shine
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| In constant danger, keep one in the chamber
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| Cause I could become a victim, of some starving stranger
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| Thinking he can go through my pockets, and come up with some bread
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| When he found out I’m broke, he still gon leave a nigga for dead
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| So I hustle to breathe freely, and see another day
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| For the sake of my unborn babies, I keep a K
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| Trying to make sure the McVey name, repeat and repeat
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| Before somebody knock me off my feet, damn these city streets
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| Damn these city streets, are hard to live in
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| Eighty percent of my partnas are dead, the rest in prison
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| All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision
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| I never forget to mention, god damn these city streets
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| Damn, these city streets’ll eat you alive
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| It’s beginning to be a full time job, just to survive
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| Tell me why I get pulled over, when I’m standing still
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| Why my homies wanna rob me, for my big face bills
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| It ain’t no love in our lifestyle, it’s all about greed
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| Can’t trust nobody, cause everybody got a trick up they sleeve
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| I believe in struggling, cause that’s all I’ve ever seen
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| Besides the county jail, and the light of an infrared beam
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| I use to keep a pistol, by my side
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| But it don’t matter if I’m strapped, I’m still gonna die
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| Whether I’m evil or good, in the suburbs or the hood death is coming
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| Better be like Forest Gump, and just keep on running
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| Cause he’ll be coming, like a thief in the night
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| Might be in the form of a jacker, trying to get you at the light
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| Houston Texas is restless, better keep your heat under your seat
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| 'Fore somebody have your brains up under your feet, damn these city streets
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| I’m 27, but I’m feeling 71
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| I pray so much, I feel like I’m kin to the heavenly son
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| I dodge bullets on the daily, if I don’t duck I’m stuck
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| Then I’ll be another murder case, in back of that black truck
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| Damn these city streets, are full of yellow tape
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| I wish I could move around, but I feel I can’t escape
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| Tell me where to go, tell me where to run to get away from drama
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| Seem like everywhere I go, they wanna put me with my mama
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| Does equality follow me, ain’t nothing shaking
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| Justice and liberty for niggas, is a house that’s vacant
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| Therefor I’m stranded, where crimes are committed to bread
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| Forced to watch my people fall off track, like a bad wig
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| I dropped a lot of records, but I’m still broke
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| Can’t afford to stay in the Four Seasons, but there’s still hope
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| Lucifer is powerful, he ain’t got no mercy on the weak
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| He got us suffering for nothing, motherfuck these city streets
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| Living in the city, living in the city — 2x
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| Damn these city streets, are hard to live in
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| Eighty percent of my partnas are dead, the rest in prison
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| All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision
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| I never forget to mention, god damn these city streets — 2x
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| Living in the city, living in the city — 2x |