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*chorus* tekitha |
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Street life, is the only life i know |
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Street life, where we got no place to go |
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Street life, where the struggle won't let you be |
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Street life, where the drugs and thugs meet |
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Verse 1: |
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Yo, i bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks |
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Hol' glocks run in spots wid g's like fort knox |
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Rhyme excellent kill 'em wid intelligence |
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Get money like embezzlement, worrying as the president |
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La the dark coming, inheriting nature, islamic |
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Stay loyal to my clan like elijah mohammed |
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That's a promise, creating them secrets be like amazing |
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Everytime i touch the track i swing my axe and stake it |
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Speed racing through life world class |
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La let the tech splash |
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My lyrics hard as brass |
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Show 'em all-star, check me in the source y'all |
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'98 ford car purchased near fort bar |
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Damn i'm aways sharp man, accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman |
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Running through new york air painted like al sharpton |
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And sing, my guns be black and shallow ringed |
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Computerised thugs dropping checks in the bank |
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And then.... |
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Chorus |
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Verse 2: |
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Yo, yo, yo |
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You on my dick |
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My life is like a james bond flick |
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Mad bitches, mad bullets but i never get hit |
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Yo, from herpes to trees, tv's and mtv's |
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Niggas in jail for life the strongest hurt to leave |
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>from bloods at night in kings, to bounce back to queens |
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Drugs and dope fiends scream over the limosine |
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Pop the 2 fort kings sucking dick on porno screens |
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Vaginas some clean wid terrible hygiene |
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To survive on my block g is devils at halloween |
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The young son got guns wid 50 shot magasine |
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And digital web beams |
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Getting drunk off gasoline |
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Robbing niggas marked, die for this cane in this dream |
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In this..... |
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Chorus |
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Verse 3: |
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Yo,yo,yo |
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I'm unstoppable |
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Rainbow garment stay tropical |
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Jewels stay rockable |
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Crystal clear optical |
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My niggas got bodies |
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Get watched like john gotti in a mansion |
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Wid a monk learning wu-tang karate |
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It's unfortunate niggas can't afford this |
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My 20 blew chords here |
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I hate eating sword fish |
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Surrounded by 20 men cold-blooded at the amphibian |
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In the benz puffing tree shit from the caribbean |
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And sparking it.... |
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Chorus |
