Streets Raised Me (Album Version) Lyrics
| Song | Streets Raised Me (Album Version) |
| Artist | Mobb Deep |
| Album | Murda Muzik |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Evans, Johnson, Muchita, Perry | |
| Yeah uh huh | |
| That true shit | |
| That shit that makes me feel shit | |
| To all my niggas and my bitches | |
| Yo, check it, uh huh | |
| It's kinda bugged how | |
| I go sometimes | |
| Know they staring, brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing | |
| Stuck, contemplating on who | |
| I can trust | |
| But like Lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed | |
| But thats 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, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not | |
| Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib | |
| Gem star, double edge apply pressure | |
| Shave 'em down, blow marks right through your mecca | |
| Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look | |
| Stick 'em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push | |
| God-Body, with a rubber grip black shotti | |
| Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies | |
| A dossage, hand delivered, without postage | |
| Bring it to your door step quick on short notice | |
| Niggas get sniped like, | |
| Klonker Bronckite | |
| Show 'em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic | |
| Why'd you have to raise me this way | |
| You showed me how to survive the concrete | |
| But how long only time can say | |
| Whatever, you are a part of me | |
| Why'd you have to raise me this way | |
| I'm surprised we alive today | |
| But how long who am | |
| I to sayWhatever, you are a part of me | |
| This is something you feel nigga | |
| Like the theme song from | |
| Hill Street | |
| BluesThis is real, this is ill street news | |
| How he gone, and left his moms mind struck | |
| And 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 belive | |
| Noyd goin' handle that' | |
| Cause when | |
| I get em, | |
| I'ma 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 lie for my | |
| CO-DAnd then this | |
| Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly | |
| You keep it up and you will be dead like your homie | |
| But I gotta redeem and get this cream by any means | |
| I never been clean | |
| Nigga, my whole click got dirty | |
| From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves | |
| Nigga you heard me | |
| It's gangsta, it's gangsta | |
| Why'd you have to raise me this way | |
| You showed me how to survive the concrete | |
| But how long only time can say | |
| Whatever, you are a part of me | |
| Why'd you have to raise me this way | |
| I'm surprised we alive today | |
| But how long who am | |
| I to sayWhatever, you are a part of me | |
| Vision the canvas | |
| I paint a picture | |
| Similar to | |
| Ernie's Barnes nigga | |
| But mines is more ghetto more guns | |
| More drugs, mostly thugs | |
| All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons | |
| Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out | |
| Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out | |
| Jumped off the roof and fell to his death, it's real | |
| Hand ball walls displayed with | |
| R I P murials | |
| Those who sling, play the shadows by the building | |
| Devils spring, kept 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 sets looks beautiful over the projects | |
| What a shame, its 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 | |
| Why'd you have to raise me this way | |
| You showed me how to survive the concrete | |
| But how long only time can say | |
| Whatever, you are a part of me | |
| Why'd you have to raise me this way | |
| I'm surprised we alive today | |
| But how long who am | |
| I to sayWhatever, you are a part of me | |
| Why'd you have to raise me this way | |
| I loved y'all till this day | |
| But how long only time can say | |
| Whatever, you are a part of me | |
| It's real |
| zuo ci : Evans, Johnson, Muchita, Perry | |
| Yeah uh huh | |
| That true shit | |
| That shit that makes me feel shit | |
| To all my niggas and my bitches | |
| Yo, check it, uh huh | |
| It' s kinda bugged how | |
| I go sometimes | |
| Know they staring, brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing | |
| Stuck, contemplating on who | |
| I can trust | |
| But like Lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed | |
| But thats 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, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not | |
| Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib | |
| Gem star, double edge apply pressure | |
| Shave ' em down, blow marks right through your mecca | |
| Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look | |
| Stick ' em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push | |
| GodBody, with a rubber grip black shotti | |
| Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies | |
| A dossage, hand delivered, without postage | |
| Bring it to your door step quick on short notice | |
| Niggas get sniped like, | |
| Klonker Bronckite | |
| Show ' em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| You showed me how to survive the concrete | |
| But how long only time can say | |
| Whatever, you are a part of me | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| I' m surprised we alive today | |
| But how long who am | |
| I to sayWhatever, you are a part of me | |
| This is something you feel nigga | |
| Like the theme song from | |
| Hill Street | |
| BluesThis is real, this is ill street news | |
| How he gone, and left his moms mind struck | |
| And 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 belive | |
| Noyd goin' handle that' | |
| Cause when | |
| I get em, | |
| I' ma 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 lie for my | |
| CODAnd then this | |
| Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly | |
| You keep it up and you will be dead like your homie | |
| But I gotta redeem and get this cream by any means | |
| I never been clean | |
| Nigga, my whole click got dirty | |
| From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves | |
| Nigga you heard me | |
| It' s gangsta, it' s gangsta | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| You showed me how to survive the concrete | |
| But how long only time can say | |
| Whatever, you are a part of me | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| I' m surprised we alive today | |
| But how long who am | |
| I to sayWhatever, you are a part of me | |
| Vision the canvas | |
| I paint a picture | |
| Similar to | |
| Ernie' s Barnes nigga | |
| But mines is more ghetto more guns | |
| More drugs, mostly thugs | |
| All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons | |
| Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out | |
| Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out | |
| Jumped off the roof and fell to his death, it' s real | |
| Hand ball walls displayed with | |
| R I P murials | |
| Those who sling, play the shadows by the building | |
| Devils spring, kept 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 sets looks beautiful over the projects | |
| What a shame, its 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 | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| You showed me how to survive the concrete | |
| But how long only time can say | |
| Whatever, you are a part of me | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| I' m surprised we alive today | |
| But how long who am | |
| I to sayWhatever, you are a part of me | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| I loved y' all till this day | |
| But how long only time can say | |
| Whatever, you are a part of me | |
| It' s real |
| zuò cí : Evans, Johnson, Muchita, Perry | |
| Yeah uh huh | |
| That true shit | |
| That shit that makes me feel shit | |
| To all my niggas and my bitches | |
| Yo, check it, uh huh | |
| It' s kinda bugged how | |
| I go sometimes | |
| Know they staring, brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing | |
| Stuck, contemplating on who | |
| I can trust | |
| But like Lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed | |
| But thats 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, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not | |
| Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib | |
| Gem star, double edge apply pressure | |
| Shave ' em down, blow marks right through your mecca | |
| Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look | |
| Stick ' em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push | |
| GodBody, with a rubber grip black shotti | |
| Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies | |
| A dossage, hand delivered, without postage | |
| Bring it to your door step quick on short notice | |
| Niggas get sniped like, | |
| Klonker Bronckite | |
| Show ' em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| You showed me how to survive the concrete | |
| But how long only time can say | |
| Whatever, you are a part of me | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| I' m surprised we alive today | |
| But how long who am | |
| I to sayWhatever, you are a part of me | |
| This is something you feel nigga | |
| Like the theme song from | |
| Hill Street | |
| BluesThis is real, this is ill street news | |
| How he gone, and left his moms mind struck | |
| And 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 belive | |
| Noyd goin' handle that' | |
| Cause when | |
| I get em, | |
| I' ma 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 lie for my | |
| CODAnd then this | |
| Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly | |
| You keep it up and you will be dead like your homie | |
| But I gotta redeem and get this cream by any means | |
| I never been clean | |
| Nigga, my whole click got dirty | |
| From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves | |
| Nigga you heard me | |
| It' s gangsta, it' s gangsta | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| You showed me how to survive the concrete | |
| But how long only time can say | |
| Whatever, you are a part of me | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| I' m surprised we alive today | |
| But how long who am | |
| I to sayWhatever, you are a part of me | |
| Vision the canvas | |
| I paint a picture | |
| Similar to | |
| Ernie' s Barnes nigga | |
| But mines is more ghetto more guns | |
| More drugs, mostly thugs | |
| All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons | |
| Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out | |
| Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out | |
| Jumped off the roof and fell to his death, it' s real | |
| Hand ball walls displayed with | |
| R I P murials | |
| Those who sling, play the shadows by the building | |
| Devils spring, kept 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 sets looks beautiful over the projects | |
| What a shame, its 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 | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| You showed me how to survive the concrete | |
| But how long only time can say | |
| Whatever, you are a part of me | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| I' m surprised we alive today | |
| But how long who am | |
| I to sayWhatever, you are a part of me | |
| Why' d you have to raise me this way | |
| I loved y' all till this day | |
| But how long only time can say | |
| Whatever, you are a part of me | |
| It' s real |
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