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Streets Raised Me

This song is by Mobb Deep and appears on the album Murda Muzik (1999).

Havoc

It's kinda bugged how I dose sometimes
Know they staring, Brain feels like the wheel lost without the ball bearing
Stuck, Contemplating who I can trust
But like lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed
That's why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad, Rip your hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, scope the spot, Confirm beef, if it's not
Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib
Gem Star, double edge apply pressure
Shave 'em down, Blow marks intruding through your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look,
Stick 'em up, leave medicaid, with the bill to foot
God-Body, With a rubber grip black shotti
Pump one in the dash make a nigga switch hobbies
A dosage, hand delivered, without postage
Bring it to your door step quick on short notice
Niggas get sniped like, clog your bronchite
Show 'em how to rock right, when bitches are holding mics, street life

Why'd you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the concrete, for how long who am I to say, forever you a part of me (Street Life) Why'd you have to raise me this way, I'm surprised we alive today, how long only time will say, forever you a part of me
(Street Life)

Big Noyd

This is something you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill street news
How he gone, and left his moms mind struck
Now his brother ain't giving a fuck
Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet that
I want you to rest black, cause you better believe Noyd gon handle that
'Cause when I get em, I'm gonna have em
Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them
I'm no killer, you know me
But I'll be damned if I don't ride for my co-d
And then this OG, scold me, and told me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey
But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means
I never been clean
Nigga, my whole click got dirty
From the vials, to the trials, to the bloody absurdity
Nigga you heard me
Its Gangsta

Prodigy

Vision the canvas I paint a picture
Similar to Ernies Barnes nigga
But mines is more ghetto more guns
More drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their baby moms daughters and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out
Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out
Jumped off the roof to his death its real
Hand Ball walls displayed with R-I-P murials
Those who sling, play the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep 'em going while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke
And Spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sun set looks beautiful over the projects
What a shame, it ain't the same where we stand at
If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off don't get clipped off
Street life

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