really about Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life
boy grow Chorus: Street life no more I'm throwing in the towel Street life no more I gotta son now Street life no more I gotta make it out Street life
I ain't even tryin you dying beefin with these niggas I cruise with yo head get knocked loose quick it's all on you bitch, choose bitch my life or your life
synonymous with spittin game Slangin' 'caine, it ain't the same Niggas betta change Them 3 strikes will have ya stretched fo life Get arrested twice The third time fo life
I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a Thug Poet And when I lay it down, it makes me a Thug Poet [Broady Boy] Thank the dudes for the gangs and tanks
alone Now as I walk down the street I need a job just to sleep in sheets Buying food every once in a while But not enough to purchase a smile A tank
feel-good music Chill or act a fool with it Real thug n-ggas with real-life drama is just like watchin' a movie Soundtrack of my life Right how they bounce
s better bein' Jaleel Though I rock lean snap It's better bein' this real It's better drivin' a car with the letter B in the wheel Seat back Light sayin' tank
coke or the cream Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom's gas tank Let's get this money
home cause I'm in heaven Perfect that I got my life together I made it in Cause being here so much better than where I'm in Enjoying these streets of
is I? [?] done run off with the scrubs Duck or neck, but you didn't share the love with the thugs And the rap game paralyze the street life, I'm not sellin
its duesTo the Romans he was Just a working class Jew Conceived few months out of wedlock The stigma never stuck Began a three year public life And never
side cuz my Posse's stacked I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute Stole the car radio and my tape was in it Sounds bringin life to the streets
loo chewy wewwy doo boo And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo Come see the one at the show of your life See me breathe fire and swallow a knife
had a feeling that somebody told you my little secret I kept it safe from you as long as I could There was a hole in the bucket, a leak in the gas tank
esteem Misfit, broken dream Fish tank, small bowl Closed mind, dark hold Cybergirl, droid control Get away now they trying to steal your soul Microphone, one stage Tomboy, outrage Street
are bullshit hungry Blinded by divinity followers fall into the man-traps set along the Wailing Wall. Athletes compete in grand charades while tanks flatten streets
