street life Songtext - T-Bone

Street Life

Verse 1
A yo, picture me rollin', like pac in a drop gold double R, woman, champagne, weed, cigars
and caviar, living tha life of a thug, moving 'em drugs, ducking 'em slugs, dealing with
phones tapped wit bugs, plus, associated wit some hard hittas, cold killas, convicts, thugs
and drug dealers, cop killas and drug lords stacking 8 figures, quick to pull a trigga and
leave a body floating in a river, we gorillas, in this jungle collecting mad scrilla, banking on
cheddar and cream from dope fiends, from a land where everybody gotta fend for
themselves, half of tha mommies doing 25 to life in a cell, seems like we dwell in tha pits
of hell, wit no bail, chained up, captive and tortured by the enemy's spell, who hears my
cry from these lonely jail cells and what do I profit to lose my soul and gain from drug
sales?

Hook
Livin' tha street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice, hanging wit players that plan heists

me, I fear where my soul will be, eternally, searchin' for light patna, but I'm in tha midst of
tha dark, it's so hard, when you in this ghetto prison, looking for God.

Verse 3
Another homey die so I wipe the tears from my eyes, and ask God how many lonely
painful tears will I cry, seems like nobody even care about here in tha hood, I tried to get a
job, but they swear I'm up to no good, misunderstood from a young age, on a rampage,
from an adolescent, carrying hollow points in my smith-n-wessen, for anybody second
guessing if I'm scared to test 'em, ain't nuttin' even worth livin' fo', tha richa getting' richa and
tha ghetto remain poor, liquor stores and tha gun shops, and everybody wonders why my
thugs pack glocks and kill cops, full of hurt since birth, why was I placed on this earth,
seems like everybody in tha ghetto is cursed wit a curse, and what's worse, is that my
patnas dying at a fast rate, dear God can you help me out, I'm looking for an escape.

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