Streets Raised Me (feat. Big Noyd)

Yeah uh huh
 That true shit
 That shit that makes me feel shit
 To all my niggas and my bitches
 Yo, check it, uh huh
 It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes
 Know they staring, brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing
 Stuck, contemplating on who I can trust
 But like Lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed
 But thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns
 Don't get mad, rip your hun, concentrate on my funds
 Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
 Never get patted down when I step in the place
 Jiggied up, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not
 Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib
 Gem star, double edge apply pressure
 Shave 'em down, blow marks right through your mecca
 Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look
 Stick 'em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push
 God-Body, with a rubber grip black shotti
 Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies
 A dossage, hand delivered, without postage
 Bring it to your door step quick on short notice
 Niggas get sniped like, Klonker Bronckite
 Show 'em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic
 Why'd you have to raise me this way
 You showed me how to survive the concrete
 But how long only time can say
 Whatever, you are a part of me
 Why'd you have to raise me this way
 I'm surprised we alive today
 But how long who am I to say
 Whatever, you are a part of me
 This is something you feel nigga
 Like the theme song from Hill Street Blues
 This is real, this is ill street news
 How he gone, and left his moms mind struck
 And now his brother ain't giving a fuck
 Little sister giving up the butt now, dun' don't wet that
 I want you to rest black
 'Cause you better belive Noyd goin' handle that
 'Cause when I get em, I'ma have 'em
 Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them
 I'm no killer, you know me
 But I'll be damned if I don't lie for my CO-D
 And then this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly
 You keep it up and you will be dead like your homie
 But I gotta redeem and get this cream by any means
 I never been clean
 Nigga, my whole click got dirty
 From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves
 Nigga you heard me
 It's gangsta, it's gangsta
 Why'd you have to raise me this way
 You showed me how to survive the concrete
 But how long only time can say
 Whatever, you are a part of me
 Why'd you have to raise me this way
 I'm surprised we alive today
 But how long who am I to say
 Whatever, you are a part of me
 Vision the canvas I paint a picture
 Similar to Ernie's Barnes nigga
 But mines is more ghetto more guns
 More drugs, mostly thugs
 All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons
 Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out
 Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out
 Jumped off the roof and fell to his death, it's real
 Hand ball walls displayed with R I P murials
 Those who sling, play the shadows by the building
 Devils spring, kept em going while the snows blowing
 Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke
 And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
 The sun sets looks beautiful over the projects
 What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at
 If you look close, you can see the bricks chipped off
 Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off, don't get clipped off
 Why'd you have to raise me this way
 You showed me how to survive the concrete
 But how long only time can say
 Whatever, you are a part of me
 Why'd you have to raise me this way
 I'm surprised we alive today
 But how long who am I to say
 Whatever, you are a part of me
 Why'd you have to raise me this way
 I loved y'all till this day
 But how long only time can say
 Whatever, you are a part of me
 It's real