M.o.p.

M.o.p. - Street Life lyrics

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BONG! (Whoa oh oh! Demarco!) Yeah! (Yo Yo! Yeah! Yo Yo! Yeah!)

(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Demarco!) M.O.! (Yo Yo! Yeah! Yo Yo! Yeah!)

BRRRRRRRRRRUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

Who said life was an easy road, alot of people can't even bare my load

Hustle everyday when we touch the road, yo mi just, can't leave the streets

STREET LIFE! It give me money and my food and my bills dem paid

STREET LIFE! Now everybody calls you plus because you got shit made

STREET LIFE! Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin unda di shade

STREET LIFE! Oh Oh the STREET LIFE! Honor that!

Now you can sit around and watch it all go down around you

Or you can imitate the ways the killers and cars move

You can't simulate the days when they played by the rules

And if you wasn't in the maze you really can't drop jewels

You really can't understand, how a boy could be fooled

And when he turned twenty nine he still need to be schooled

See it's a difference in takin a stand and mannin up

As apposed to bein a man and standin up

Listen I already been there

That book of live men small section of survivors my name in there

From rollin with the riders, you couldn't pretend there

With live men beside us, we still couldn't win there

They showed us how to send there, and get the attention of the Feds

And be the stars when the eulogy is read

The way they worshipin the bread, the day is not ok

For good people that may never get ahead, let us pray

Who said life was an easy road, alot of people can't even bare my load

Hustle everyday when we touch the road, yo mi just, can't leave the streets

STREET LIFE! It give me money and my food and my bills dem paid

STREET LIFE! Now everybody calls you plus because you got shit made

STREET LIFE! Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin unda di shade

STREET LIFE! Oh Oh the STREET LIFE! Honor that!

I live it for the homies that's gone (AND!) And the homies that's still around

The O.G.'S that did it for years career criminals

For the homies locked down since the days of a juvenile

Tryin to maintain in the game cause they just gettin out

(THEY LOST!) You got some livin in the now

You know them schisty ass individuals livin foul

He claim that he got it locked, but he still 'gon run to the store

To get a dutch for the lil' homey on the block

The game's fucked up! Shit is reversed now

The hood is lookin like the suburbs now which way is home? !

Just do what you always did or you 'gon get what you always got

Get STABBED get SHOT, the street life

Who said life was an easy road, alot of people can't even bare my load

Hustle everyday when we touch the road, yo mi just, can't leave the streets

STREET LIFE! It give me money and my food and my bills dem paid

STREET LIFE! Now everybody calls you plus because you got shit made

STREET LIFE! Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin unda di shade

STREET LIFE! Oh Oh the STREET LIFE! Honor that!

Whoa oh oh! (M.O.! YEAH!) Yo Yo! Yeah! Yo Yo! Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah! Demarco!

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