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Mobb Deep
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Streets Raised Me (Featuring Big Noyd & Chinky)
Lyricist:Raymond B. Evans, Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita, Tajuan Akeom Perry
Yeah, aha, yeah, that true shit That shit that make you feel shit To all my niggaz and my bitches Yo, check it, aha
It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes know they staring Brain feels like a wheel lost without the ball bearing Stuck, contemplating who I can trust But like lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed Thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad , rip your hun, concentrate on my funds Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist Never get patted down when I step in the place Jiggied up, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not
Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib Gem Star, double edge apply pressure Shave 'em down, blow marks right through your mecca Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look Stick 'em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push
God-Body, with a rubber grip black shotti Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies A dossage, hand delivered, without postage Bring it to your doorstep quick on short notice Niggaz get sniped like, Klonker Brockite Show 'em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic, street life
Why do you have to raise me this way? You showed me how to survive the concrete For how long only time will say Forever you're a part of me
Why do you have to raise me this way? I'm surprised we alive today For how long who am I to say? Forever you're a part of me
This is something you feel nigga Like the theme song from Hill Street Blues This is real, this is ill street news How he gone and left his mom's mind struck And now his brother now ain't giving a fuck
Little sister giving up the butt now Dun don't wet that I want you to rest black 'Cause you can belive that Noyd gon' handle that 'Cause when I get 'em, I'ma have 'em Pull out the sweeper and spray it at 'em
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm no killer, you know me But I'll be damned if I don't lie for my Co-D And then this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey
But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means I never been clean nigga, my whole click got dirty From the battles to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves Nigga you heard me, its gangsta
Why do you have to raise me this way? You showed me how to survive the concrete For how long only time will say Forever you're a part of me
Why do you have to raise me this way? I'm surprised we alive today For how long who am I to say? Forever you're a part of me
Vision the canvas, I paint a picture Similar to Ernies Barnes nigga But mine is more ghetto more guns More drugs, mostly thugs All my duns, their baby mom's daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out Jumped off the roof to his death it's real Hand Ball walls displayed with R I P murials
Those who sling, play the shadows by the building Devils spring, keep 'em going while the snows blowing Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sunset looks beautiful over the projects What a shame, it ain't the same where we stand at If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off Sometimes niggaz miss when they lick off don't get clipped off
Why do you have to raise me this way? You showed me how to survive the concrete For how long only time will say? Forever you're a part of me
Why do you have to raise me this way? I'm surprised we alive today For how long who am I to say? Forever you're a part of me
Why do you have to raise me this way? [Incomprehensible] For how long only time will say? Forever you're a part of me
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