STREETLIFE - Hung These Streets lyrics

rate me

(feat. Why)

[Intro: Streetlife]

Yeah, come on, come on, yeah

I'm a natural born hustler, and it's on nigga

[Streetlife]

I'm a natural born hustler, I was raised in the slums

I was taught by these streets, how to double my ones

I stash crack rocks in my mouth til my tongue got numb

And I stood on the ave, until the package was done

A slim chubby fella, always walked with a gun

I got two bad knees, I don't plan to run

I know you can't stand me, since I won a Grammy

And I'm still in your hood, sippin' black berry plenty

I'm an uptown, sneaker rockin', Shaolin New York Yankee

I'm an O.G., I still give haters eye-jammies

All I ever wanted, was an cell five hundred

Be a ghetto celeb, and do my album blunted

[Chorus: Why (Streetlife)]

We love these streets, hung these streets

Never gonna put nothing, above these streets

Reach out and touch something, when the slugs meet

Preach to the streets (teach the youth how to eat)

[Streetlife]

I'm a natural born gangsta, I keep my hat on the lean

I keep the gun tucked, even when the cops on the scene

These mean streets become, graveyards for frauds

A big boy status, triple extra large

Certified Street, check my identification

Frontin' at my Clan at the door? That's a major violation

You can find me in your grimiest ghetto location

Caught up, brought up, in all sorts of street situations

Listen and learn, maggot, or sleep with the worms

I'm a bad sperm, every time I cum, it burn

We hold trials on these streets, court's adjurned

I send heatwaves, that blow out your perm

[Chorus]

[Outro: Why]

Yeah, hah, with the Why, nigga!

Know it's fly, nigga!

My verbal twin, and it's yours

Streetlife! S.I. 7

We in here, nigga, Tical

Yeah, it's on, Loose Linx

To the death, goin' out that way