Street Life

Players keep playin`, haters keep hatin`<br>So much to say, so little time<br>For the hood that I pray<br>Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow<br><br>Wash my hands in some in-scent smoke<br>Pull a leaf off a tree<br>Flip it over nothing innocent though<br>City split it over to me<br>Hennessey spilling over tenements of QB<br>It`s real or more a day<br>Plenty of ways to die<br>Plenty of ways to survive<br>Plenty of ways gettin` high<br>Straight sip the innocent kind<br>And the rest unjustified with an alibi, normal racquets<br>Undercovers with heat in their slumber jackets<br>Government badges and colored stripe brackets<br>G`s sittin` pretty like cash and (???)<br>Witty thugs play out; I obey the writer Ala<br>Swaying in and out, above and beyond<br>The humidity, really got me jittery<br>Cold like a barrel of ice<br>Dark shadows of life<br>I put my head on a pillow, di-do-do-ditto<br>What son say, you still know<br>I catch a chill flowing through my temple<br>It`s real simple<br>Good faith, common sense, six-triple in the mix<br>Dippin` through quick aiming to get you; it`s the click!<br><br>(Chorus)<br>For the thuns, each one to each one son<br> Street life is all I know<br>Ways to move I pay dues; I`m talking to all of you<br> Warfare is when you go<br>For the cash `cuz I reach for them... reach for them<br> Street life is all I know<br>Full bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories<br> Warfare is when you go<br><br>[Hostyle]<br>Yo..It`s Hostyle їque pasa?<br>No masa; tu eres no problema<br>їCliente hah?<br>Drama with dada is dangerous<br>Bang with anguish; Flame with a touch<br>Deranged ain`t enough<br>Gunpowder laying on my cuff<br>Call my bluff <br>The streets don`t stop; it`s like a marry-go-round<br>The beats don`t stop; multiply various rounds<br>Of hard knock, bar locked gates<br>These are the brakes<br>Family ties without a trace<br>Old G`s...??? With sheets of casper toke<br>Premeditated plans later dated<br>Haters waited with iron plated heat<br>Designed, made miraculously dated in deep memory<br>So...keep countin` dollars<br>Keep mine moving scholars of rap<br>With a lot of gats; holla` back!<br><br>(Chorus)<br><br>You`ll win by all means<br>Struggle for the cream<br>Hustle by ways of being<br>Don`t let prophecy end<br>Don`t let the Po-Po knock me again<br>Don`t let the `nine` cock freely in sin<br>Missiles through your flesh tissue... military issue<br>Guess you understand the risk you take<br>Dissed you on your forehead snake<br>More dead weight<br>Pitch fork love; It`s for coke thugs<br>Bitches huffin` & puffin`; huffin` & puffin` about nothin`<br>Watch you say I hold against you in the court of law<br>Gun firing; wall to wall<br>(???) closed from burn holes<br>Fires turned on my stone... Fuck That!<br>`Cuz I gotta eat; pockets so swolled<br>From reasons of livin`<br>The breath I`m givin`<br>All the checks I`m scribblin`; it`s real baby!<br><br>(Chorus)