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  • T-bone »

    T-bone Street Life текст песни

    Street Life

    [T-Bone]

    Yo picture me rollin like Pac in a drop gold double R

    Women, champagne, weed, cigars and caviar

    Livin tha life of a thug, movin em drugs, duckin em slugs

    Dealin wit phones tapped wit bugs, plus

    Associated wit some hard hittas, cold killas

    Convicts, thugs and drug dealers

    Cop killas, and drug lords stackin 8 figures

    Quick to pull a trigga and leave a body floatin in the river

    We gorillas in this jungle collectin mad skrilla

    Bankin on cheddar and cream, from dope fiends

    From a land where everybody gotta fend for themselves

    Half of the mommies doin 25 to life in a cell

    Seems like we dwell in the pits of hell wit no bail

    Chained up, captive and tortured by the enemy’s spell

    Who hears my cries from these lonely jail cell

    And what do I profit to lose my soul and gain from drug sales

    [Chorus]

    Livin the street life

    Crystal, drugs and crushed ice

    Hangin wit plays who plain hiest and roll dice

    In casinos like Bugsy Siegal

    We outlaws forever livin illegal

    Tha street life

    [T-Bone]

    A yo, the street life is the only life I know

    taught to hustle these streets and grind to make dough

    Cope the 4-4, jump in the 6-4

    Blast on my adversaries then end up on death row

    Yo, this was the life I seen raised as a youth

    Where everybody smokin chronic, sippin 98 proof

    Aint no happy days and sunshine

    In my hood is jus crime, cryin for one time

    Slugs flyin, and everybody tryin to come up in this evil drug game

    Insane, vision of murder just increase the pain

    Cocaine and methamphetamine

    I want out, but gave an oath to the death of me

    So let it be, Ima ride on my enemy

    But when they bury me, I fear where my soul will be

    Eternally searchin for light patna, but I’m in the midst of the dark

    Its so hard, when you in this ghetto prison lookin for God

    [Chorus]

    [T-Bone]

    Another homie dies, so I wipe the tears from my eyes

    And ask God how many lonely painful tears will I cry

    Seems like nobody even cares out here in the hood

    I tried to get a job, but they swear I’m up to no good

    Misunderstood from a young age, on a rampage

    From an adolescent carryin hollow points in a smith-n-wesson

    For anybody second guessin, if I’m scared to test em

    Aint nothin even worth livin for

    The richa gettin richa and the ghetto remains poor

    Liqour stores and gun shops

    And everybody wonder why thugs pack glocks and kill cops

    Full of hurt since birth, why was I placed on this earth

    Seems like everybody in this ghetto is cursed wit a curse

    And whats worse, is that my potnah dyin at a fast rate

    Dear God can you help me out, I’m lookin for an escape

    [Chorus]



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