Krumb Snatcha - Streets is Calling lyrics

[Krumb Snatcha] Buckets of coke Thinking of ice This the life Young soldiers lead until they meet with christ Streets got a price every man will pay Just hope and try to pray You'll understand one day How them strays a strike and hit windpipes Kids in the ghetto know what macks sound like When rounds is spit clowns is hit We end the whole circus with unsolved murders Dirty burners control the streets We call'em burgers cause they bringin nothin but beef Any weather n***as drawing the heat Close range leavin brains on the side of the jeep You slow on that re-up and owe about the gee-up Watch for them 4's hit the floor with ya feet up Exercise with techs to guys Every state feds want for the next to fry Try and stop the vision or the block mission Or us under cla** kids with no pot to piss in Man listen! [Chorus: Mexicana] These streets keep calling you No use running time is coming These streets keep calling you Cops is shady murdering babies [Krumb Snatcha] Underworlds of extortion Girls with abortions Aids underaged and a foot from they coffin As the mother just stay watching Life ahead is a bed as she lay coughing No rubber on her lover's costing Stuck with this brother in the streets lost an... Living in fantasy Big house and canopy But stuck on the edge of insanity Inside the man in me Know how it feels Stress out and you reaching for them bottle of pills Life's ill's can corrupt the mind A thin line Livin' right or adapt for crime there's no between Shells that's rupture the spleen Either that or the gat you cuffed in the bing My n***as know!! [Chorus: Mexicana] These streets keep calling you No use running time is coming These streets keep calling you Cops is shady murdering babies These streets keep calling you Shells is squeezing what's the reason These streets keep calling you Soldiers falling god is calling [Krumb Snatcha] Let's take a journey where k**ers a go Iron poles on the low no chance on parole 3 man board wanna play ya lord And you feeling like the choking on umbilical cords CO's wanna spit in the food of every dude So n***as walk around wit an attitude Stressed out only weights to press And the government wonder why we make the press Can you relate to a n***a distressed On his knees of the church or mosque confess To living a life of selling souls for ice Like a roll a dice In the coldest of nights... The streets keep callin!! [Chorus: Mexicana] These streets keep calling you No use running time is coming These streets keep calling you Cops is shady murdering babies These streets keep calling you Shells is squeezing what's the reason These streets keep calling you Soldiers falling god is calling