The Streetz R Deathrow

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! The streets are death row