Street Life

<br>*Chorus* Tekitha<br><br>Street life, is the only life I know<br>Street life, where we got no place to go<br>Street life, where the struggle won`t let you be<br>Street life, where the drugs and thugs meet<br><br>Verse 1:<br><br>Yo, I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks<br>Hol` glocks run in spots wid G`s like Fort Knox<br>Rhyme excellent kill `em wid intelligence<br>Get money like embezzlement, worrying as the president<br>LA the Dark coming, inheriting nature, Islamic<br>Stay loyal to my clan like Elijah Mohammed<br>That`s a promise, creating them secrets be like amazing<br>Everytime I touch the track I swing my axe and stake it<br>Speed racing through life world class <br>LA let the tech splash <br>My lyrics hard as brass<br>Show `em all-star, check me in the Source y`all<br>`98 Ford car purchased near Fort Bar<br>Damn I`m aways sharp man, accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman<br>Running through New York air painted like Al Sharpton<br>And sing, my guns be black and shallow ringed<br>Computerised thugs dropping checks in the bank<br>And then....<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse 2:<br><br>Yo, yo, yo<br>You on my dick<br>My life is like a James Bond flick<br>Mad bitches, mad bullets but I never get hit<br>Yo, from herpes to trees, Tv`s and MTv`s<br>Niggas in jail for life the strongest hurt to leave<br>&gt;From bloods at night in Kings, to bounce back to Queens<br>Drugs and dope fiends scream over the limosine<br>Pop the 2 fort kings sucking dick on porno screens<br>Vaginas some clean wid terrible hygiene<br>To survive on my block G is devils at halloween<br>The young son got guns wid 50 shot magasine<br>And digital web beams<br>Getting drunk off gasoline<br>Robbing niggas marked, die for this cane in this dream<br>In this.....<br><br>Chorus <br><br>Verse 3:<br><br>Yo,yo,yo<br>I`m unstoppable <br>Rainbow garment stay tropical<br>Jewels stay rockable<br>Crystal clear optical<br>My niggas got bodies <br>Get watched like John Gotti in a mansion <br>Wid a monk learning Wu-Tang karate<br>It`s unfortunate niggas can`t afford this<br>My 20 blew chords here<br>I hate eating sword fish <br>Surrounded by 20 men cold-blooded at the amphibian<br>In the Benz puffing tree shit from the Caribbean<br>And sparking it....<br><br>Chorus