Street Life Lyrics
| Song | Street Life |
| Artist | Geto Boys |
| Album | Till Death Do Us Part |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Up early in the morning lacin up my british knights | |
| Throwin up my deuce sign, fuckin with the street life | |
| Never knew no better cause my mommy never taught me | |
| Going out to get the shit that mommy never bought me | |
| Only ten years old and i can't stay away from trouble | |
| But you don't give a fuck cause you ain't never had to struggle | |
| And everybody's tellin me its get greater later | |
| I need to get my shit right now, cause it ain't shit in my refrigerator | |
| And i done struggled for my whole life | |
| Seeing my moma layed up with a different nigga everynight | |
| And when you see me you can spot a crook | |
| Cause i'm going through her motherfuckin pocket book | |
| I'm going out to get my papes | |
| Cause she don't give a fuck about me anyway | |
| And my daddy's doing two terms | |
| And all she ever does is sit around and get served | |
| My mommy never hugs me | |
| I'm callin deuce my family, cause these niggas say they love me | |
| I'm steady dustin chumps off | |
| And ready for the battle if the shit would ever jump off | |
| So send my ass to hell | |
| Its eithr being covered up with some dirt, or boxed in a cell | |
| Anyway that's what it looks like | |
| If i don't hurry up and get my ass up out the street life | |
| Chorus: (spoken) | |
| You know the streets is all i know | |
| This is my way of survival | |
| You know i've been dealt some bad cards | |
| But i gots to play them | |
| What else am i to do, look for a job? | |
| But until them my family will starve and be broke | |
| So i resort to the streets | |
| As a source of income | |
| I'm stuck here | |
| I step out on my own block | |
| And everyone's throwin up the deuce to little j-rock | |
| And all my little homies that i hang with | |
| Are either jackin, or mixed up with this gang shit | |
| See it through reality | |
| Never leavin the gang cause its the street life mentality | |
| My homies got a proposition | |
| Pulled the nigga off some change and said he'd help in my position | |
| So now i'm rollin with the ogs | |
| Puttin in work for the jack, for some overseas | |
| And maybe in a year or two | |
| I'll be able to roll in a benz like the gangsta's do | |
| Makin hoes ride dick | |
| Cause that poor, broke ??? | |
| Ain't hittin ??? shit | |
| I gotta lock my crew down | |
| And sew this whole motherfucker up like the jews town | |
| Develop us a strong click | |
| Break my pops off some dope while he rot | |
| Pops would like that shit | |
| Seeing his little nigga on his own two | |
| Doing shit i heard my pops used to do | |
| A real nigga to this crime thang | |
| And had it going on before his time came | |
| I gots to get my shit right | |
| Until my shit gets right | |
| I'm rollin with the street life | |
| Chorus: | |
| You know what upsets me | |
| Is when whitey sits back in they lavish homes and bmws | |
| And tell me the streets ain't the place to be | |
| See it from my prospective | |
| Poverty strickin, livin on welfare | |
| And the government cuttin that shorter every week | |
| I'm shortin on education cause i'm black | |
| The corner doesn't promise me a good life | |
| But at least it shows me promise | |
| Finally after shit got right | |
| I'm wanting out of the gang cause i'm searchin for a new life | |
| But i remember what was said | |
| You come in alive the only way you leave out is dead | |
| So i'm kinda fucked on both ends | |
| I thought i had friends, but i ain't got no fuckin frinds | |
| Cause if they were my friends they'd let me break | |
| Outie five thousand fuck this shit, i'm packin my 38 | |
| But first i gotta stay down | |
| Until it's time for me to punch it out and just lay it down | |
| And that's a motherfuckin shame | |
| Tonight i gotta spill another ride with my little gang | |
| So slowly i walked up to it | |
| With no hesitation i broke the window and jumped into it | |
| Unhooked his shit and was headed off | |
| I opened up the door that's what set it off | |
| A nigga came out with a glock jack | |
| And put a slug in my motherfuckin back | |
| And my so called friends | |
| Want me out of the gang cause they don't know if i'll walk again | |
| Now tell me what's that deuce life | |
| Fucked up myself for good cause i was wrapped up in the |
| Up early in the morning lacin up my british knights | |
| Throwin up my deuce sign, fuckin with the street life | |
| Never knew no better cause my mommy never taught me | |
| Going out to get the shit that mommy never bought me | |
| Only ten years old and i can' t stay away from trouble | |
| But you don' t give a fuck cause you ain' t never had to struggle | |
| And everybody' s tellin me its get greater later | |
| I need to get my shit right now, cause it ain' t shit in my refrigerator | |
| And i done struggled for my whole life | |
| Seeing my moma layed up with a different nigga everynight | |
| And when you see me you can spot a crook | |
| Cause i' m going through her motherfuckin pocket book | |
| I' m going out to get my papes | |
| Cause she don' t give a fuck about me anyway | |
| And my daddy' s doing two terms | |
| And all she ever does is sit around and get served | |
| My mommy never hugs me | |
| I' m callin deuce my family, cause these niggas say they love me | |
| I' m steady dustin chumps off | |
| And ready for the battle if the shit would ever jump off | |
| So send my ass to hell | |
| Its eithr being covered up with some dirt, or boxed in a cell | |
| Anyway that' s what it looks like | |
| If i don' t hurry up and get my ass up out the street life | |
| Chorus: spoken | |
| You know the streets is all i know | |
| This is my way of survival | |
| You know i' ve been dealt some bad cards | |
| But i gots to play them | |
| What else am i to do, look for a job? | |
| But until them my family will starve and be broke | |
| So i resort to the streets | |
| As a source of income | |
| I' m stuck here | |
| I step out on my own block | |
| And everyone' s throwin up the deuce to little jrock | |
| And all my little homies that i hang with | |
| Are either jackin, or mixed up with this gang shit | |
| See it through reality | |
| Never leavin the gang cause its the street life mentality | |
| My homies got a proposition | |
| Pulled the nigga off some change and said he' d help in my position | |
| So now i' m rollin with the ogs | |
| Puttin in work for the jack, for some overseas | |
| And maybe in a year or two | |
| I' ll be able to roll in a benz like the gangsta' s do | |
| Makin hoes ride dick | |
| Cause that poor, broke ??? | |
| Ain' t hittin ??? shit | |
| I gotta lock my crew down | |
| And sew this whole motherfucker up like the jews town | |
| Develop us a strong click | |
| Break my pops off some dope while he rot | |
| Pops would like that shit | |
| Seeing his little nigga on his own two | |
| Doing shit i heard my pops used to do | |
| A real nigga to this crime thang | |
| And had it going on before his time came | |
| I gots to get my shit right | |
| Until my shit gets right | |
| I' m rollin with the street life | |
| Chorus: | |
| You know what upsets me | |
| Is when whitey sits back in they lavish homes and bmws | |
| And tell me the streets ain' t the place to be | |
| See it from my prospective | |
| Poverty strickin, livin on welfare | |
| And the government cuttin that shorter every week | |
| I' m shortin on education cause i' m black | |
| The corner doesn' t promise me a good life | |
| But at least it shows me promise | |
| Finally after shit got right | |
| I' m wanting out of the gang cause i' m searchin for a new life | |
| But i remember what was said | |
| You come in alive the only way you leave out is dead | |
| So i' m kinda fucked on both ends | |
| I thought i had friends, but i ain' t got no fuckin frinds | |
| Cause if they were my friends they' d let me break | |
| Outie five thousand fuck this shit, i' m packin my 38 | |
| But first i gotta stay down | |
| Until it' s time for me to punch it out and just lay it down | |
| And that' s a motherfuckin shame | |
| Tonight i gotta spill another ride with my little gang | |
| So slowly i walked up to it | |
| With no hesitation i broke the window and jumped into it | |
| Unhooked his shit and was headed off | |
| I opened up the door that' s what set it off | |
| A nigga came out with a glock jack | |
| And put a slug in my motherfuckin back | |
| And my so called friends | |
| Want me out of the gang cause they don' t know if i' ll walk again | |
| Now tell me what' s that deuce life | |
| Fucked up myself for good cause i was wrapped up in the |
| Up early in the morning lacin up my british knights | |
| Throwin up my deuce sign, fuckin with the street life | |
| Never knew no better cause my mommy never taught me | |
| Going out to get the shit that mommy never bought me | |
| Only ten years old and i can' t stay away from trouble | |
| But you don' t give a fuck cause you ain' t never had to struggle | |
| And everybody' s tellin me its get greater later | |
| I need to get my shit right now, cause it ain' t shit in my refrigerator | |
| And i done struggled for my whole life | |
| Seeing my moma layed up with a different nigga everynight | |
| And when you see me you can spot a crook | |
| Cause i' m going through her motherfuckin pocket book | |
| I' m going out to get my papes | |
| Cause she don' t give a fuck about me anyway | |
| And my daddy' s doing two terms | |
| And all she ever does is sit around and get served | |
| My mommy never hugs me | |
| I' m callin deuce my family, cause these niggas say they love me | |
| I' m steady dustin chumps off | |
| And ready for the battle if the shit would ever jump off | |
| So send my ass to hell | |
| Its eithr being covered up with some dirt, or boxed in a cell | |
| Anyway that' s what it looks like | |
| If i don' t hurry up and get my ass up out the street life | |
| Chorus: spoken | |
| You know the streets is all i know | |
| This is my way of survival | |
| You know i' ve been dealt some bad cards | |
| But i gots to play them | |
| What else am i to do, look for a job? | |
| But until them my family will starve and be broke | |
| So i resort to the streets | |
| As a source of income | |
| I' m stuck here | |
| I step out on my own block | |
| And everyone' s throwin up the deuce to little jrock | |
| And all my little homies that i hang with | |
| Are either jackin, or mixed up with this gang shit | |
| See it through reality | |
| Never leavin the gang cause its the street life mentality | |
| My homies got a proposition | |
| Pulled the nigga off some change and said he' d help in my position | |
| So now i' m rollin with the ogs | |
| Puttin in work for the jack, for some overseas | |
| And maybe in a year or two | |
| I' ll be able to roll in a benz like the gangsta' s do | |
| Makin hoes ride dick | |
| Cause that poor, broke ??? | |
| Ain' t hittin ??? shit | |
| I gotta lock my crew down | |
| And sew this whole motherfucker up like the jews town | |
| Develop us a strong click | |
| Break my pops off some dope while he rot | |
| Pops would like that shit | |
| Seeing his little nigga on his own two | |
| Doing shit i heard my pops used to do | |
| A real nigga to this crime thang | |
| And had it going on before his time came | |
| I gots to get my shit right | |
| Until my shit gets right | |
| I' m rollin with the street life | |
| Chorus: | |
| You know what upsets me | |
| Is when whitey sits back in they lavish homes and bmws | |
| And tell me the streets ain' t the place to be | |
| See it from my prospective | |
| Poverty strickin, livin on welfare | |
| And the government cuttin that shorter every week | |
| I' m shortin on education cause i' m black | |
| The corner doesn' t promise me a good life | |
| But at least it shows me promise | |
| Finally after shit got right | |
| I' m wanting out of the gang cause i' m searchin for a new life | |
| But i remember what was said | |
| You come in alive the only way you leave out is dead | |
| So i' m kinda fucked on both ends | |
| I thought i had friends, but i ain' t got no fuckin frinds | |
| Cause if they were my friends they' d let me break | |
| Outie five thousand fuck this shit, i' m packin my 38 | |
| But first i gotta stay down | |
| Until it' s time for me to punch it out and just lay it down | |
| And that' s a motherfuckin shame | |
| Tonight i gotta spill another ride with my little gang | |
| So slowly i walked up to it | |
| With no hesitation i broke the window and jumped into it | |
| Unhooked his shit and was headed off | |
| I opened up the door that' s what set it off | |
| A nigga came out with a glock jack | |
| And put a slug in my motherfuckin back | |
| And my so called friends | |
| Want me out of the gang cause they don' t know if i' ll walk again | |
| Now tell me what' s that deuce life | |
| Fucked up myself for good cause i was wrapped up in the |
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