Ayo....
The streetz aint mad you'll never get out,
we sell a O for some paper just to hold use down,
move wieght, by 8's, not punds you clowns,
we go nines in our tees, but aint pitchin form mounds,
they got 5 booms, every time we roll,
on are backs with they guns cocked ready to blow,
ayo the streetz is watchin, popin the block and,
and any chance of survival is not an option,
my peeps stay locked in, the prisoner life,
you could never ever fathom what this vison is like,
i've seen grown men cry, young women supportin,
they whole family cuase they man aint working,
or maybe he just aint ariound,
three kids all his but he aint in town,
thats life period the way i see it,
we got time runnin out but aint taking it serious.

Chourus

its a cruel cruel lov'n man the blocks is hot,
i got love for the streetz but the strretz do not,
give it back to me its just harrasin me,
its like i wanna up and leave but they askin me,
to stay put stay triumph, it like a topic,
they keep callin me, the keep stalkin me,
every time i go out it take a walk with me,
god damn its a cruel cruel lov'n man.


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uppin for some feed back

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yo uppin this famo

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yo my bad yo i know the rules i was going to edit the post with them

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