Mistah F.A.B. - Streets lyrics

[Intro: Compton Menace] sh**, n***a first started this sh** It's cus i liked to do it and i ain't tryna change it into Some whole other technical sh**, yuh feel me? [Hook: Kev Blaze] These streets are made of thugs I don't wanna pop a n***a,I don't wanna catch a slug When I travel the world, all I see More n***as who think like me n***as wanna change, but hating a** n***as tryna keep me in the game I wanna put the gun down, n***a I can't I gotta watch my back, I don't really wanna live like that [Verse 1: Compton Menace] Look, I got em squinting with them city faces Take over the game and did it with the basics And sh** my reputation speaks for itself Get it on my own cus i don't need another n***a help It's me against the world, that's how a n***a felt I said eventually a heart caught it in the stealth Obama, Osama with the Llama n***a hustle up dimes and makes sippin' on liquors From counting off enemies, with the Glock sh** And i can't go today cus they need me on the block b**h Lately a n***a been on some pot sh** Feeling like the cable, been riding that co*kpit [Hook] These streets are made of thugs I don't wanna pop a n***a,I don't wanna catch a slug When I travel the world, all I see More n***as who think like me n***as wanna change, but hating a** n***as tryna keep me in the game I wanna put the gun down, n***a I can't I gotta watch my back, I don't really wanna live like that [Verse 2: Compton Menace] Look, life lessons outta' adolesence Since Brooklyn died I can't seek out an adder blessing Life teacher, lotta lessons but nobody listen Why n***as wanna ball without a [?] pissin' That's why we spend half our life in the penitentiary Cus everything come fast even the benjamins You know I gotta get it so don't make me out the k**er man Smokin' on that k**er man, hoppin' out that caravan You, I don't care for, my little bada** son he eat meat now That's who I do it for, that's who I'm real to n***a With the same man b**hin' for him, like i k** two n***as [Hook] These streets are made of thugs I don't wanna pop a n***a, I don't wanna catch a slug When I travel the world, all I see More n***as who think like me n***as wanna change, but hating a** n***as tryna keep me in the game I wanna put the gun down, n***a I can't I gotta watch my back, I don't really wanna live like that [Verse 3: Mistah FAB] I was raised in the bottom of the crates man, scrapes on my plate I was hungry as a hostage, been a date since I ate Man my momma on dope, and my daddy shooting boy up Thirteen hours grown man I wasn't on that boy stuff Trapping cos i had to, at the world I was mad dude Daddy died from AIDs, f**ed me up I'm goin' bad fool Was a good child, but my heart turned cold Promethazine on that blunt, make the blunt burn slow Mentally challenged, stressed out, pressures of the world Baby on the way found out I'm havin' me a girl Stressin', prayin' and I'm hopin', It's hard growing up in Oakland [Hook x2] These streets are made of thugs I don't wanna pop a n***a,I don't wanna catch a slug When I travel the world, all I see More n***as who think like me n***as wanna change, but hating a** n***as tryna keep me in the game I wanna put the gun down, n***a I can't I gotta watch my back, I don't really wanna live like that