Nas & Pop - Street Glory lyrics
rate meUhh, still out in these motherfuckin' projects<br />
Niggaz just don't understand the story<br />
Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here<br />
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Niggaz die for the street glory, go to trial get tried for each story<br />
And each nigga got a story, so if you see me slippin' reach for me<br />
And QB the streets call me, I'm goin' after street glory<br />
And each nigga got a story and QB the streets call me<br />
Go to trial get tried for each story, so if you see me slippin' reach for me<br />
I'm goin' after street glory<br />
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Yo, every time I turn around niggaz shot, niggaz stabbed<br />
When tonight's pregnant girls struggling to get a cab<br />
Queensbridge slingin' hoppin' our benches<br />
Fiends lurkin', D's searchin' pat pockets<br />
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Kids put to bed duck they heads from gas poppin'<br />
Don status, throw feeds, got syringes<br />
Poppin' out they arm scratched<br />
Cuz' else perfect ways, shell Adidas<br />
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Now remember parked [unverified]<br />
Private stock peer nigga with ill walks like Mark Clare<br />
Smellin' reefer way before purple haze<br />
Has tilted wild niggaz lickin' shots in the air<br />
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Me and Pop was there through the years our names have switched<br />
Ain't nothin' changed but the names Nastradamus and Blitz<br />
What project is this? QB burnin' in tint<br />
12th street murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat<br />
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What could you tell me? Niggas seen it all in this game<br />
When it's all said and done just remember our name<br />
Embryo of the ghetto born face and time<br />
I'm familiar with the dead grass drama black gates and crime<br />
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Ghetto fame got a fellow's name draped and shined<br />
Niggas shatter they dreams while I'm chasing mine<br />
How do I describe an atmosphere where streets are polluted?<br />
Where corruptors and new police being recruited<br />
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Somehow I make it through the day stayin' secluded<br />
While the blues aim leavin' another slain, executed<br />
Many thought's 'cause I see the past grimmly<br />
That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street<br />
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Sudden raids and confrontations leadin' the misdeamenor weed cases<br />
Through all the pap grease and street chases<br />
I blew smoke through hallway window<br />
Watched the buddah clouds lingo<br />
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Pluckin' the blunt brokes from my fingers, my eyes flip different shades<br />
Similar to people you meet everyday who be displayin' wicked ways<br />
Seein' nothing but another day, in this six story rat trap<br />
Them gats clap another nigga's blazed, events in my hood rotate<br />
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Like the battle on the 38 snob in the world of fake love<br />
Before I blaze son, I'm kissing the slugs<br />
Coming at you kisses and hugs, when death calls who's really a thug<br />
Can't shake it, can't take it, can't make it<br />
The street glory got me deeply in love, got me needin' this drug<br />
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Niggaz die for the street glory, go to trial get tried for each story<br />
And each nigga got a story, so if you see me slippin' reach for me<br />
And QB the streets call me, I'm goin' after street glory<br />
And each nigga got a story and QB the streets call me<br />
Go to trial get tried for each story, so if you see me slippin' reach for me<br />
I'm goin' after street glory
