around (story of a street life) It seems like every single day There's something bringing me down (story of a street life) Now there's a war in the streets
Cause I'm a rapper, I live a life under smoke and full of laughter The police see me and they wanna chase after But they can never catch up cause my social status
was sworn in like a true Mason (yeah) Tables turned, left the youth engaged and learned Thoughts raised concern just like blunts made to burn I play this life, homey besides on the status
chase that money and I stack that money bitch nigga try to play me I'm a smash that dummy I ain't playin with you niggaz go on and run up on a G they'
Bundy Get the wack shit from them, and then from me Billy on CD, then cop it bro Only got true love if it profit bro And I live life hard, you can't knock
creep slow and like when we grow I hit em consistent down to dirty and to bell below [Andre Nickatina] I brought welcomes to you funeral and flowers
tuna cans and living off granola bars I put my work in like the Older Gods And gotta mob with status, Martin Lawrence Made it word, to rob and har'ass
turn us into crime addicts On the block chasing superficial status Now do the mathematics, how many of us die in war On the street or for all who sleep and
Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
me barking duels in a lark tonight Creep up on foot and down the street I got a stolen bike Thats my getaway but first I go to sit and wait Lurking in
wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
in a bundle, fifties and hundreds and G stacks If I could just hit that big lick I could relax And ease back off of thuggin' and stick to hustlin' Concentrate
it, put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Tic-tic-boom, hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin' Blackstreet, treated like an athlete Life
To all, rise and shine, give God the glory I already give a percent of mine to Bert and Cory And still got bills and employees to pay So excuse me Lord
and we would both rule, forever, And I would never feel pain and never be without pleasure, ever, again And if the rain stops, And everything's
