La The Darkman - Streetlife lyrics
Street life is the only life I know Street life where we got no place to go Street life where the struggle won't let you be Street life where the d** and thugs meet Yo I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox Rhyme excellent k** 'em wid intelligence Get money like embezzlement worrying as the president LA the Dark coming, inheriting nature, Islamic Stay loyal to my clan like Elijah Mohammed That's a promise, creating them secrets be like amazing Everytime I touch the track I swing my axe and stake it Speed racing through life world cla** LA let the tech splash My lyrics hard as bra** Show 'em all-star, check me in the Source y'all '98 Ford car purchased near Fort Bar Damn I'm always sharp man, accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman Running through New York air painted like Al Sharpton And sing, my guns be black and shallow ringed Computerized thugs dropping checks in the bank And then Street life is the only life I know Street life where we got no place to go Street life where the struggle won't let you be Street life where the d** and thugs meet Yo, yo, yo You on my dick My life is like a James Bond flick Mad b**hes, mad bullets but I never get hit Yo, from herpes to trees, Tv's and MTv's n***as in jail for life the strongest hurt to leave From bloods at night in Kings, to bounce back to Queens Drugs and dope fiends scream over the limousine Pop the 2 fort kings s**ing dick on p**no screens Vaginas some clean wid terrible hygiene To survive on my block G is devils at Halloween The young son got guns wid 50 shot magasine And digital web beams Getting drunk off gasoline Robbing n***as marked, die for this cane in this dream In this Street life is the only life I know Street life where we got no place to go Street life where the struggle won't let you be Street life where the d** and thugs meet Yo,yo,yo I'm unstoppable Rainbow garment stay tropical Jewels stay rockable Crystal clear optical My n***as got bodies Get watched like John Gotti in a mansion Wid a monk learning Wu-Tang karate It's unfortunate n***as can't afford this My 20 blew chords here I hate eating sword fish Surrounded by 20 men cold-blooded at the amphibian In the Benz puffing tree sh** from the Caribbean And sparking it Street life is the only life I know Street life where we got no place to go Street life where the struggle won't let you be Street life where the d** and thugs meet