Da streets are in me just like blood and veins/
On da damn streets thats where I reign/
I play no games in da streets was where I grew up/
Never spent a lot of time in the house/
Cause impossible to make money when you sittin on da couch/
Stayed wit my gat on da block for protection/
Thinkin back being here today is a blessing/
Dont ask to many questions, dont want them to think you trying to take ova/
Even though that was the plan/
Just a youngin sittin on the corna wit a gat in my pants/
Never argue wit no nigga I just pull the gat out my pants/
Just alittle nervous sweat begins to roll off on my hand/
I hear sirens so I took off/
Running so hard my shoe kicks off/
Contemplating should I go and retrive and could I make it to the crib before they catch me/
Turned back got my shoe and jumped a few fences/
I pulled a muscle then I started limpin/
The cars headlights I could feel on my back/
Then I heard just stop where you at/
Then I hit the corna hard the cops passed by/
Then I forgot about the other guy/
He was right behind me I shook him to/
Instead of getting me they got you/
I dedicate this to the streets/
when they rescued me/
I had on all black it was dark and they couldnt see/

Holla at me!!!!!

damn son you thuggin g.
yo what hood you from homie.
you come from tha same
block as dat gangsta garth.

holla at me...

your raps are wack....dunny!!

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LOL , his rhymes are whack