Kunci: E minor
Intro 1
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Listen
Verse 1
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up as I tell a little story
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No bragging, all pain,
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all struggle, no glory
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Fools gagging off a thing called respect
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Brown prodders, well they scream,
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but they hate when they rep
Bloodshed,
teardrops in closed caskets
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Shaking my head daily,
tripping off the madness
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Another fam ily, broken hearted
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Filled with that sadness
Another youngster can't
be straight
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but dippin' with banana
Clips is a trip,
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how a kid can switch so quick
From getting good grades,
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smoking chronic and picnics
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Just a little ghetto boy
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As he leaves his house,
he tells his opper
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Really thought y 'all meant Boyd,
but he won't
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Just another victim lost from gun smoke
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Now he's just another name on the wall
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No hope, rest in peace to the streets
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Now a thang of the past,
homies blessed his name
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Rest in peace under his hood tats
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Outside they never understood that
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Now that I have a different mind state
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I feel how can I give back
These youngsters dying,
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getting hooked on drugs
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Even worse than their clients
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Tell me if I'm blocking
Rays just like them,
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grew up to be defiant
But I see things different now,
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why can't I keep quiet?
Yeah, raced just like them,
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grew up to be defiant
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But I see things different now,
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why can't I keep quiet?
Time to speak up,
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this is that street life
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My life at times, and that street life
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Street life, street life
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Street love, street life
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Living that street life, street life
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This is that street life
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My life at times, and that street life
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Street life, street life
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Street love, street life
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Now that I made it,
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been had to get the same old story
Fools thinkin' I owe them something,
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but they do nothin' for me
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Why? Because we rep the same side
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I don't really understand
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how to ask the Lord why
But I stay focused,
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tryna set a new example
Things been gettin' heavy,
but these tests of life
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I know I handle different chapters,
different episodes
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A whole different channel,
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not diggin' how better to do
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I used to pass rants in my flannel,
but I try to make a change
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Got out of the gang life,
just raisin' my three kids
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Just doin' my thing right
Still seein' my enemies
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creep in the daylight
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Stay focused on my pa per,
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just keepin' my game tight
But now, honestly, I feel
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I have a new vision
A whole new mission
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But this music that I'm
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givin' used to feel
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Solid braggin' bout the homies
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sent to prison
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Now I'm feelin' sorry for em'
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Knowin' that their kids miss em'
and they can't provide
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Can't even be in their lives
Nowadays you're third strike
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Got you facin' 25, so think about that
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Cause you can't get your life back
Rather give a youngster a job
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Then a 9 strap and that's the truth
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Tryna spit this game to the youth
Kept it real from the start
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The difference between me and you
100 % uncut
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Never no substitute
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All the youngsters tryna
make a difference
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See you, I salute
Livin' street life, street life
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This is that street life
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My life at times in that street life
Livin' street life, street life
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Street life, street life
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Livin' that street life, street life
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This is that street life
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My life at times in that street life
Street life, street life,
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street life, street life
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My old chick hit me up,
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told me criminal you got this
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Let these youngsters know all these others
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spittin' nonsense
Monotonous, repetitive,
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all sayin' the same thing
Yeah I made some money
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from glorifying gang bang
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But now I see my son turnin' sixteen,
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things changin'
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Glad to see my homies out doin' their thing,
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maintainin'
I keep the grass cut,
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gotta watch the snakes
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even in your own circle
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There's bound to be some fakes
betrayed by one of my dead ones
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tryna see my downfall
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all because he turned into a dolphin
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I seen his flaws went from helping a mom
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to rejecting all his calls
even bought diapers for his babies
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when he was behind but I learned
you'll get burned
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even by your own family
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blood thicker than water that
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must've passed me
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tryna send a message to these kids about real
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ity evolution of a genius is a criminal's diary
I spit my heart and soul
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and these lines don't like to shed a tear
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so I let the song cry ain't
tryna be a preacher
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Just have a strong message,
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you can love it or hate it
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But you gotta respect it
Wish I could take it back
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to the days of bustin'
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these Smith & Wessons
Was it 357?
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That's a castle straight to heaven or hell
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I feel this is the only way to prevail
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All the radio fans are travelin',
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the world would all be a fail
Livin' that street life, street life
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This is that street life
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My life and times in that
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street life
Livin' street life, street life
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Street life, street life
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Livin' that street life, street life
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This is that street life
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My life at times in that street light
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Street light, street light
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Street light, street light
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That's right
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This street light ain't no joke man
No joke
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It's dedicated to the youth
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From your homie Mr. Criminal
What's up?
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Evolution of a J
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It's time for a change
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Change
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Time to come up
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