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I Love da Streets
Omar Epps; Sticky Fingaz
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This might sound crazy but
I love suffering
I love struggle, I love pain
'Cause what don't kill you make you stronger, nigga
And I'm as strong as they come
I love the streets
'Cause that's what made me me
Without the streets, baby, I couldn't eat
I love the streets
And although we was poor
Without struggle, boy, you can't grow
I love the streets
And even though we sold drugs
And paid for it in blood
I love the streets
No matter what happen to me
My hood or your hood, it's all good
I love the streets
Right now my life don't mean an awful lot
If I died today, who think the world gon' stop?
There's a million niggas just like me on the block
It's either entertainment or sports or sellin' that rock
Think the judge gon' take your word over a cop's?
You be just another nigga that they stick in a box
But we in the streets, what other choice we got?
Than to go hard, give them niggas all we got
Fuck that, as long as I got breath in my lungs
I'm livin' my life, waitin' for my death to come
If you made it out the hood, then God blessed you, son
But if your fam there, you ain't out less than one
Gotta spread it 'round, nigga, that's what's real to me
Turn on the news, swear this shit be killin' me
Not from the streets, probably ain't feelin' me
You can take me out the hood, but it's still in me
I love the streets
'Cause that's what made me me
Without the streets, baby, I couldn't eat
I love the streets
And although we was poor
Without struggle, boy, you can't grow
I love the streets
And even though we sold drugs
And paid for it in blood
I love the streets
No matter what happen to me
My hood or your hood, it's all good
I love the streets
Move this fake, I come through with the ghoulish face
And take small steps, big moves I make
I could put it to your face, then choose your fate
Every day Thanksgiving for me to place
Yeah, we do grace, God bless it all
From the mess hall to the boulevard with the dead dogs
We cough and spit, guns they speak
The same language as the bullets, who talkin' shit?
Yo, 'Pac, if you listen, they got the game twisted
Talkin' 'bout the hate you gave little infants
Fuck everybody, here today
Place your ways and you fade away like the memory of Gotti
Take it back to '90, last year of high school
Didn't graduate though, still had to make dough
Ask my word, word for word, I understood it all
Had big dreams on the hood and stars
I love the streets
'Cause that's what made me me
Without the streets, baby, I couldn't eat
I love the streets
And although we was poor
Without struggle, boy, you can't grow
I love the streets
And even though we sold drugs
And paid for it in blood
I love the streets
No matter what happen to me
My hood or your hood, it's all good
I love the streets
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