These Streets
Lyrics
I know what I've seen
I know what I can't forget
I don't know nothing but these streets
I'm so tired of selling drugs
Hustlin' and bustin' guns
But I don't know nothing but these streets
I started out never lookin' back on my past
Living like the world around me was
About to crash i never
Had sh but a dream and a blunt in my pocket
No hope but the roach that burns out when
I drop it i don't give a
Damn about a pig, I'm breakin' the law
Go get the pistol at your crib
I got two in my draws i been
Packin' a piece since I stood four
Foot tall
Never trusted a busta with a bigger
Mouth than his balls sixteen as a runnaway
Gang war gun play seventeen lettin' shots
Blow on the highway eighteen
Feelin' as hard as God nineteen
Lookin' at a punk
Judge on a gun charge i ain't beggin' b
Put me in jail look at where the hell I'm at
Now, I'm living in hell what's life? I end up
Dead or incarcerated, with free
Room and board
Saying "look mom I made it and I hate it"
I know what I've seen
I know what I can't forget
I don't know nothing but these streets
I'm so tired of selling drugs
Hustlin' and bustin' guns
But I don't know nothing but these streets
I bought four or five Zs with my cash
And now I got four or five tweakers on
My ass every single one wants a gram or two
But that's how that powder do
When them fools finally choose
To live like them junkies do
They wuz born to lose
But I wuz born to profit what you
Lookin' for cuz I bet you that
I got it i got that
Powder, let them eat it, then convince
Them that they need it, they believe it and
You're seein' profit's rising like a penis i
Ain't got no truck on 24's
Ain't got no spinnin' rims or no
Lamborgini doors i've always been poor
But I will let you know i got a
44 and I bet I'll let it blow
Dead cold nobody heard it when your ass
Was gettin' murdered so I leave that
Stinky body in a building
That's deserted how perverted
And absurd of me to kill you
Undeservedly but in time there's sure to be
A reason to occur to me
I know what I've seen
I know what I can't forget
I don't know nothing but these streets
I'm so tired of selling drugs
Hustlin' and bustin' guns
But I don't know nothing but these streets
I lost everything I had so fast
And seen young lives
Shattered like broken glass life ain't
Fair, so it seems
But I know what it means to be a child and
Let a bad decision kill your dreams one
Minute on the corner sellin' them sacks, the
Next minute you've lost years you can never
Get back everybody makes mistakes homez
But f it ain't everybody blessed to
Get the chance to learn from
It i'm a man now, I
Understand now that life's hard, but it's
All in God's hands now i find
Comfort in knowin' I'm blind
But still seein' that His hand's a
Lot bigger than mine they
Can take my life from me
Put two in my chest but if
I died for a reason then
They're only killing my flesh if I can rise
Above this wrong I was taught to repeat
They can't judge me for only
Ever knowin' These Streets
I know what I've seen
I know what I can't forget
I don't know nothing but these streets
I'm so tired of selling drugs
Hustlin' and bustin' guns
But I don't know nothing but these streets
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