Life on the Streets

It`s an everyday thing on the east of town<br>Times ain`t good, but they won`t hold me down<br>I`m out to get mine and won`t get left back<br>I can`t get me a job, but I can get a dope sack<br>In my hood everyday, gettin off my slangs<br>I`m not really trippin off money, cuz I`d rather gang bang<br>And kick back with my homeboys who are down for me<br>From the evil side representing one-three<br>And the ways in my neighborhood ain`t nothin nice<br>You gotta be down or else your payin the price<br>Cuz for me to do good others must do bad<br>What makes me happy might make you sad<br>I need to straight come up so I can earn my way out<br>Broke motherfuckers don`t carry no clout<br>The hood that I`m from is where I proved my name<br>And the streets where I live is where I got my fame<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Don`t push me cuz I`m losing my head<br>The way I live I might end up dead<br><br>I can`t ever forget the crazy things that I`ve done<br>A young gang-banger livin life by a gun<br>Doin down ass things to make you learn quick<br>The kind of crazy things that make people sick<br>Some might not agree, but I have to survive<br>And by me doing wrong is gonna keep me alive<br>So I try everyday to learn the tricks of the trade<br>Savin up my money cuz I don`t get paid<br>I know I do bad but I do it real good<br>Cuz that`s the way I learned in my crazy ass hood<br>Growin up in the streets of SB and LA<br>Where a youngster couldn`t even hang around and play<br>Drive bys, drug deals, bases everywhere<br>Crack babies being born and their moms don`t even care<br>Don`t think for a minute that this shit ain`t real<br>Cuz life on the streets might get you killed<br><br>[Chorus x2]<br><br>Times are bad and everything is hard<br>Got no money, don`t own no car<br>With some old ass clothes, no food to eat<br>And some burnt out Nikes coverin up my feet<br>You get your first impression by the way I look<br>He`s a gangster, a killer, and a no good crook<br>Just cuz I`m broke don`t mean I`m a punk<br>Lemme explain myself in five minutes of funk<br>Everything I`ve done that has been wrong<br>I just kick back and write it here in my song<br>Cuz life on the streets is rough as fuck<br>Vatos tryin to hit licks so they can come up real tough <br>Rapping is my hustle, alls I need is a beat<br>So I can tell my little story about life on the street<br>And I`ma do what it takes, so I can survive<br>This is mad ass Danger from the Brownside<br><br>[Chorus x2]