Woodie - These Streets Are Callin' Me Lyrics

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My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this [like this]


I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds

Dealin' with these suckas, but they always seem to bark loud

Still I keep a strap for when I come across a killa

I dreamt the day I'll have to fight that killa in the mirror

I wake up every mornin', hit my fifth and hope I live

Just another day to see what tomorrow's got to give

I'm addicted to the liquor

And at days I peel the sticker off another 40 ounce

And wonder, 'How did my life get here?'

My only goals are stayin' drunk and eliminatin' funk

Fuckin' hoes or rollin' triple golds always up in the trunk

My mother asks me everyday, 'Are you still bangin?'

I lie and tell her, 'No', but her heart knows I ain't changed

I hate to see her cry, wipe the tears from her eyes

And try to tell her everything is gonna be alright

I hug her tightly, as I leave it bothers me

But for now I gotta go, cuz these streets are callin' me

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

My mother prays that I quit the life I lead

Damn I try to change my ways, but these streets are callin' me

And I love her to death, but at the same time I'm a solider

I gotta put in work, let rivals know they can't get over


I'm a yoc influenced solider taking chances

I bump wit all my homeboys up in drug induced trances

Evil dances through our thoughts as we plot different strategies

To kill our enemies and not get caught

Since my homie got shot in the spine, he's been paralyzed

I see nothin' but deep despair when I stare into his eyes

I feel my anger rise as I think about his character

He never hurt nobody, just a homeboy that was there for ya

These streets are really unfair, and that's a hard lesson learned

But you realize quick enough after up a few times getting burned

The streets are cold, bits of love but mostly greed is all they


You in my way, I'll burn a load and make yo head explode, [Now what]

That's my moto

Livin' in the bottle, hit the throttle

Let this shit start to get you to think break out the fully-auto

[scrap killa]

[Chorus] - 2X


Just got done

Creasin' up my khakis, put my nights on

I hear my homeboys outside honkin' the horn

I guess tonight's on

Grabbed the tray snubby

Give my moms a kiss goodbye

As I hop into the ride

She prays that I come home alive

I can't justify my life because I know I'm livin' wrong

What the fuck do you expect me to do when the funk is on

Try to get along with my rivals

Foo, you must be jokin'

What you smokin?

Hollow tips and pistols clips is what I got for punks approachin'

I'm tryin' to get ahead

Spitin' high-lead at these rivals wrapped up

In this life of bangin' got me homicidal

Better check my vital signs

Since I'm livin half dead violent thoughts

Got my brain washed, fuckin' with my head

Break a sweat up in my bed

Due to nightmares got my body tense

But still I'm prepared to die for this so called nonsense

Cuz everything is fucked up

The whole world is corrupt

I'll never switch up on my homies

So consider me stuck, fuck

I ain't trippin' though

Yeah my money's sittin' low

But still I got enough to get a four-0 at the liquor store

And clothes on my back, plus a gat for these rivals

All my only necessities for survival

[Chorus] - 3X

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