Intro
yo, this is the shit niggas need to peep, so holla at me

Hook
The Street's Raised Me-"To fight for my life"
The Street's Raised Me-"To alway's grip a mic"
The Street's Raised Me-"To pack when I need to"
The Street's gave me this voice to feed you

Verse 1
If I manage to compile enough of these tales
I'll put you through hell, with these visoin's of jail......../3
and the life I lead throughout this time of despair
bless you with these rhymes of the street's flair/2
I produce enough heat to have you burning up in da furnace
chronicles of life in these ghetto's with the plite of carnige/4
im 14 or 15, hell my voice is to shadowed to know
just cause im from the street's dont mean i dont know......./5
about the shit niggas spit about bein a leader of this world
watch me grow from a boy to a man as I glisin like a pearl/6
i cant barely put these feeling's into word's of my own
im dangerous now, but you aint seen nuttin till im grown/7
Im from the Westside, Palm Tree's and shit
reprsent my life as ghetto bird scared of bein hit/8

THATS IT HIT ME UP FAM

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