(I play the street life Because theres no place I can go Street life Its the only life I know) Come home and your daddy go to work(go to work) Three phones And my pagers go beserk (go beserk) I'm talkin birds Like dooney and bourke I'm talkin work Enough to make you a clerk Rebel Bass,hard plate,big spoons That wiff like the block hotter than mid june Early july,I'm early like the bird that fly Even Martin got a piece of that pie I'm Eddie Murphy, laugh at ******, throw the piece in the sky Drop the top on the merchy and make streets with my top Make it dance like Percy, Kids stay on the sidewalk, Used to stash weed in my momma's Buic Skylark, I talk only 'bout prices, Negotiation rule the nation , **** the police station, And if you got any association, Then,murder all close relations Street Life uh uh Grocery bags on the counter No grocery store Couldn't fit a half a meal in the Gucci tote Hit the lights Watch the roaches say "Good Night" Spark twice, say "Good Bye" to the Mice Cook nice for the little bit of slice And watch them jokers put that fire to that ice Sure as that dog's tail wag, it will bite Man,I'm just tryna get my scratch on these lice When I was younger,I had a flag on my bike And then I went and got them mags on my bike Momma,don't wait up for me, I lost a bundle a money from the cops Gotta get that make-up money (Hey!) I say I gotta get into they lunch money I say I gotta get into they lunch money Its Hollygrove,till the bury me cold Whos to say if they gon' bury me old? I live that street life. Uh uh Back to the struggle, Born trouble, Like tryin to find strength in a torn muscle Young as scum, Daddy gone, Boy young and running streets 'till he pull a gun Hoodilum of all black hoody on Talibon strap with a gat like a bomb Red storm,hankercheif hat on **** around and them bees swarm Bee Gone Better know which street you on Won't you come on Eagle, Are you Evil Kineval? (Ha Ha) Crackheads got bikes and pistols Now run up on that crackhead and fight the pistol This is the street Nigguh eat Where the bird don't tweet The birds grow cheap And nigguhs dont sleep You may have heard of MLK But I know a gang of ****** with they own street The street life Uh uh
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