Life on the Street

It's an everyday thing on the East of town Times ain't good but they won't hold me down I'm out to get mine and won't get left back I can't get me a job but I could get a dope sack In my hood everyday getting off my slangs Not really trippin' off money cause I rather gang bang And kick back with my homeboys who are down with me From the evil side representing One-Three And the ways of my neighborhood ain't nothin nice You gotta be down or else you're paying the price Cause for me to do good others must do bad What makes me happy might make you sad I need a straight come up so I can earn my way out Broke motherfuckers don't carry no clout The hood that I'm from is where I proved my name And the streets where I live is where I got my fame Don't push me cause I'm losing my head The way I live I might end up dead I can't ever forget the crazy things that I've done A young gang banger living life by a gun Doing down ass things to make you learn quick The kind of crazy shit that makes people sick Some might not agree, but I have to survive And by me doing wrong is gonna keep me alive So I try everything to learn the tricks of the trade Saving up my money cause I don't get paid I know I do bad but I do it real good Cause that's the way I learned in my crazy ass hood Growin' up in the streets of S.B and L.A Where a youngster couldn't even hang around and play Drive-Bys, drug deals, base heads everywhere Crack babies being born and their moms don't even care Don't think for a minute that this shit ain't real Cause Life On The Streets might get you killed Don't push me cause I'm losing my head The way I live I might end up dead Don't push me cause I'm losing my head The way I live I might end up dead Times are bad and everything is hard Got no money don't own no car With some old ass clothes no food to eat And some burnt out Nikes covering up my feet You get your first impression by the way I look He's a gangster, a killer and a no good crook Just because I'm broke don't mean I'm a punk Let me explain myself in five minutes of funk Everything I've done that has been wrong I just kick back and write it here in my song Cause life on the streets is rough as fuck Vatos trying to hit licks so they can come up real tough Rapping is my hustle all I need is a beat So I can tell my little story about life on the street And I'm a do what it takes so I could survive This is mad ass Danger from the Brownside Don't push me cause I'm losing my head The way I live I might end up dead Don't push me cause I'm losing my head The way I live I might end up dead