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Z-Ro - City Streets lyrics

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[talking:]

King of the Ghetto, Z-Ro the Crooked that's me

King of the Ghetto Entertainment, Rap-A-Lot

Dean's List know I'm saying, that's what I ride to

When I'm rolling, through these mo'fucking city streets

Corner to corner, block to block

Witnessing nothing but bullshit, first hand

Niggaz killing niggaz, know I'm saying

Everybody killing niggaz, you know I'm saying

But we the main mo'fuckers, killing us

Tripping out here, for these god damn streets

To look good in these streets, to have thangs

In these motherfucking streets, man fuck these streets

[Z-Ro:]

Damn these city streets, are deadly to a brother

Cause they're full of crooked cops, and killers and undercovers

Everyday is the same thang, another fatal shooting

Somebody daddy done died, so they mama prostituting

Just to make ends meet, and get the bills paid

Wonder why we bleed the corner dry, until the laws raid

Trying to make a dollar, out of nickel and a dime

KFC and McDonalds don't wanna hire me, because my teeth shine

In constant danger, keep one in the chamber

Cause I could become a victim, of some starving stranger

Thinking he can go through my pockets, and come up with some bread

When he found out I'm broke, he still gon leave a nigga for dead

So I hustle to breathe freely, and see another day

For the sake of my unborn babies, I keep a K

Trying to make sure the McVey name, repeat and repeat

Before somebody knock me off my feet, damn these city streets

[Hook x2:]

Damn these city streets, are hard to live in

Eighty percent of my partnas are dead, the rest in prison

All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision

I never forget to mention, god damn these city streets

[Z-Ro:]

Damn, these city streets'll eat you alive

It's beginning to be a full time job, just to survive

Tell me why I get pulled over, when I'm standing still

Why my homies wanna rob me, for my big face bills

It ain't no love in our lifestyle, it's all about greed

Can't trust nobody, cause everybody got a trick up they sleeve

I believe in struggling, cause that's all I've ever seen

Besides the county jail, and the light of an infrared beam

I use to keep a pistol, by my side

But it don't matter if I'm strapped, I'm still gonna die

Whether I'm evil or good, in the suburbs or the hood death is coming

Better be like Forest Gump, and just keep on running

Cause he'll be coming, like a thief in the night

Might be in the form of a jacker, trying to get you at the light

Houston Texas is restless, better keep your heat under your seat

'Fore somebody have your brains up under your feet, damn these city streets

[Hook x2]

[Z-Ro:]

I'm 27, but I'm feeling 71

I pray so much, I feel like I'm kin to the heavenly son

I dodge bullets on the daily, if I don't duck I'm stuck

Then I'll be another murder case, in back of that black truck

Damn these city streets, are full of yellow tape

I wish I could move around, but I feel I can't escape

Tell me where to go, tell me where to run to get away from drama

Seem like everywhere I go, they wanna put me with my mama

Does equality follow me, ain't nothing shaking

Justice and liberty for niggaz, is a house that's vacant

Therefor I'm stranded, where crimes are committed to bread

Forced to watch my people fall off track, like a bad wig

I dropped a lot of records, but I'm still broke

Can't afford to stay in the Four Seasons, but there's still hope

Lucifer is powerful, he ain't got no mercy on the weak

He got us suffering for nothing, motherfuck these city streets

Living in the city, living in the city [x2]

Damn these city streets, are hard to live in

Eighty percent of my partnas are dead, the rest in prison

All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision

I never forget to mention, god damn these city streets [x2]

Living in the city, living in the city [x2]

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