Listen to Street Life by Geto Boys

Street Life

Geto Boys

Hip-Hop

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Lyrics

Up early in the morning lacin up my British Knights Throwin up my deuce sign, fuckin with the street life Never knew no better cause my mommy never taught me Going out to get the shit that mommy never bought me Only ten years old and I can't stay away from trouble But you don't give a fuck cause you ain't never had to struggle And everybody's tellin me its get greater later I need to get my shit right now, cause it ain't shit in my refrigerator And I done struggled for my whole life Seeing my moma layed up with a different nigga everynight And when you see me you can spot a crook Cause I'm going through her motherfuckin pocket book I'm going out to get my papes Cause she don't give a fuck about me anyway And my daddy's doing two terms And all she ever does is sit around and get served My mommy never hugs me I'm callin deuce my family, cause these niggas say they love me I'm steady dustin chumps off And ready for the battle if the shit would ever jump off So send my ass to hell It's either being covered up with some dirt, or boxed in a cell Anyway that's what it looks like If I don't hurry up and get my ass up out the street life (Spoken) You know the streets is all I know This is my way of survival You know I've been dealt some bad cards But I gots to play them What else am I to do, look for a job? But until them my family will starve and be broke So I resort to the streets As a source of income You know what I'm sayin'? I'm stuck here I step out on my own block And everyone's throwin up the deuce to little J-Rock And all my little homies that I hang with Are either jackin, or mixed up with this gang shit See it through reality Never leavin' the gang cause it's the street life mentality My homies got a proposition Pulled the nigga off some change and said he'd help in my position So now I'm rollin with the OGs Puttin in work for the jack, for some OZs And maybe in a year or two I'll be able to roll in a Benz like the gangsta's do Makin hoes ride dick Cause it's poor, broke gangster clique Ain't hittin on shit I gotta lock my crew down And sew this whole motherfucker up like the Jews town Develop us a strong click Break my pops off some dope while he rot Pops would like that shit Seeing his little nigga on his own two Doing shit I heard my pops used to do A real nigga to this crime thang And had it going on before his time came I gots to get my shit right Until my shit gets right I'm rollin with the street life You know what upsets me Is when whitey sits back in they lavish homes and BMWs And tell me the streets ain't the place to be See it from my prospective Poverty strickin, livin on welfare And the government cuttin that shorter every week I'm shortin on education cause I'm black The corner doesn't promise me a good life But at least it shows me promise Finally after shit got right I'm wanting out of the gang cause I'm searchin for a new life But I remember what was said You come in alive the only way you leave out is dead So I'm kinda fucked on both ends I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin friends Cause if they were my friends they'd let me break Outie five thousand fuck this shit, I'm packin my 38 But first I gotta stay down Until It's time for me to punch it out and just lay it down And that's a motherfuckin shame Tonight I gotta spill another ride with my little gang So slowly I walked up to it With no hesitation I broke the window and jumped into it Unhooked his shit and was headed off I opened up the door that's what set it off A nigga came out with a Glock jack And put a slug in my motherfuckin back And my so called friends Want me out of the gang cause they don't know if I'll walk again Now tell me what's that deuce life Fucked up myself for good cause I was wrapped up in the street life
Writer(s): Joseph Leslie Sample, Will Jennings Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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