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