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Growing up as an inner city brother | Where every other had a pops and a mother | I was the product of a heated lover
Growing up as an inner city brother
Where every other had a pops and a mother
I was the product of a heated lover
Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
And since my pops never knew me
My family didn't know what to do with me
Was I somebody they despised?
Curious look in they eyes
As if they wonder if I'm dead or alive
And poor momma can't control me
"Quit tryin' to save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies!"
A tickin' timebomb, can't nobody fade me
Packin' a 380 and fiendin' for Mercedes
Suckers scatter but it don't matter I'm a cool shot
Punks drop from all the buckshots the fools got
I'm tired of being a nice guy
I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why
So they label me a lunatic who care less, death or success
Is what I quest 'cause I'm fearless
Now the streets are deathrow ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')
The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')
The streets are death row
I just murdered a man, I'm even more stressed, wearin' a vest
Hopin' that they're aimin' at my chest
Much too young to bite the bullet
Hand on the trigger
I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it
I hope I live to be a man
Must be part of some big plan to keep a brother in the state pen
Counting pennies over the years I'd done stacked many
Proving wrong those
Who swore I'd wouldn't live 'til 20
Now they gotta cope
Since it's the only thing I know
It's difficult to let it go
I'm startin' to lose my hair 'cause I worry
Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buried
But now I gotta move away now
'Cause these suckers love ta' spray where I lay down
My homie lost his family, he snapped
Shot up half the block to bring them back
The streets are deathrow ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')
The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')
The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')
The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')
I'm dangerous when drunk, I only drink beer
Gin makes me sin
Unable to think clear
Hennessy makes me think my enemy is getting close
Boom, boom, boom
Got me shooting at a ghost
Some call me crazy, but this is what you gave me
Amongst the babies who raised up from the slavery
I sport a vest and hit the sess to kill the stress
Moved out west and I invest in all the best
Those who test will find a bullet in they chest
Put to rest, by a brother who was hopeless
Grow up broke, on the rope of insanity
How many pistols smoking comin' from a broken family?
I'm sick of being tired
Sick of the sirens, body bags, and the guns firin'
Tell Bush, "Push the button!" 'cause I'm fed
Tired of hearin' these voices in my head
The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')
The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')
The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')
The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')
The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')
This go out to my partners in the Live Squad
(Like it ain't nothin')
And all my homies out there involved in that 187
Watch your back
There's got to be a better way
There's too many of us in the cemetery
I love it when they fear me!
Come on, what we gonna do now?
I love it when they fear me!
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