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King of the |
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Ghetto. Z- |
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Ro the Crooked, that's me. |
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King of the |
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Ghetto Entertainment, |
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Rap-A-Lot. |
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Dean's List. |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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That's what |
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I ride to. |
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When I'm rollin' through these muh'fuckin' |
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City Streets. |
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Corner to corner, block to block. |
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Witnessin' nothin' but bullshit, first hand. |
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Niggas killin' niggas. |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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Everybody killin' niggas. |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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But we the main muh'fuckers killin' us. |
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Trippin' out here for these god damn streets. |
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To look good in these streets |
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To have things in these muthafuckin' streets, man fuck these streets. [Z-Ro:] |
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Damn these |
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City Streets are deadly to a brother ' |
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Cause they're full of crooked cops & killers & undercovers |
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Everyday it's the same thing, another fatal shootin' |
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Somebody Daddy done died, so they mama prostitutin' |
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Just to make ends meet & get the bills paid |
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Wonder why we bleed the corner dry until the laws raid |
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Tryin' to make a dollar out of nickel & a dime |
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KFC & McDonald's don't wanna hire me because my teeth shine |
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In constant danger, keep one in the chamber ' |
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Cause I could become a victim of some starvin' stranger |
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Thinkin' he can go through my pockets & come up with some bread |
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When he found out |
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I'm broke, he still gon' leave a nigga for dead |
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So I hustle to breathe freely & see another day |
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For the sake of my unborn babies, |
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I keep a K |
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Tryin' to make sure the |
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McVey name, repeat & repeat |
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Before somebody knock me off my feet, damn these |
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City Streets. [Hook:] [x2] |
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Damn these |
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City Streets are hard to live in 80% of my partners are dead, the rest in prison |
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All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision |
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I never forget to mention, god damn these |
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City Streets. [Z-Ro:] |
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Damn, these |
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City Streets will eat you alive |
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It's beginnin' to be a full time job, just to survive |
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Tell me why |
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I get pulled over when |
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I'm standin' still. |
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Why my homies wanna rob me for my big face bills? |
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It ain't no love in our lifestyle, it's all about greed |
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Can't trust nobody 'cause everybody got a trick up they sleeve |
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I believe in strugglin' 'cause that's all |
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I've ever seen |
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Besides the county jail & the light of an infrared beam |
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I use to keep a pistol by my side |
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But it don't matter if |
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I'm strapped, |
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I'm still gonna die |
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Whether I'm evil or good, in the suburbs or the hood death is comin' |
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Better be like |
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Forest Gump & just keep on runnin' ' |
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Cause he'll be comin' like a thief in the night |
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Might be in the form of a jacker tryin' to get you at the light |
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Houston Texas is restless, better keep your heat under your seat ' |
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Fore somebody have your brains up under your feet, damn these |
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City Streets. [Hook:] [x2] |
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Damn these |
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City Streets are hard to live in 80% of my partners are dead, the rest in prison |
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All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision |
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I never forget to mention, god damn these |
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City Streets. [Z-Ro:] |
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I'm 27, but |
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I'm feelin' 71 |
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I pray so much, |
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I feel like |
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I'm kin to the heavenly son |
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I dodge bullets on the daily if |
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I don't duck |
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I'm stuck |
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Then I'll be another murder case in back of that black truck |
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Damn these |
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City Streets are full of yellow tape |
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I wish I could move around, but |
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I feel I can't escape |
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Tell me where to go, tell me where to run to get away from drama |
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Seems like everywhere |
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I go, they wanna put me with my mama. |
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Does equality follow me? |
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Ain't nothin' shakin' |
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Justice & liberty for niggas is a house that's vacant |
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Therefore |
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I'm stranded, where crimes are committed to bread |
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Forced to watch my people fall off track like a bad wig |
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I dropped alot of records, but |
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I'm still broke |
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Can't afford to stay in the 4 |
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Seasons, but there's still hope |
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Lucifer is powerful, he ain't got no mercy on the weak |
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He got us sufferin' for nothin'. |
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Muthafuck these |
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City Streets! |
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Livin' in the city. |
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Livin' in the city. [x2] [Hook:] [x2] |
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Damn these |
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City Streets are hard to live in 80% of my partners are dead, the rest in prison |
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All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision |
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I never forget to mention, god damn these |
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City Streets. |
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Livin' in the city. |
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Livin' in the city. [x2] |