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Street life is the only life I know
Street life, where we got no place to go
Street life, where we struggle just to eat
Street life, where the drugs and thugs meet
Yo, I bust shots, lock blocks with kids that push rocks
Hold Glocks, run in spots for cheese like Fort Knox
Rhyme excellent, dealin' with intelligence
Get money like embezzlement, brilliant as the president
La the Dark Comet, inherited nature, Islamic
Stay loyal to my clan like Elijah Muhammad
That's a promise, creatin' in secrecy like a Mason
Every time I touch a track, I swing my axe at Satan
Speed racin' through life, world-class
La, let the TEC splash, my lyrics hard as brass
Yo, I'm all-star, check me in The Source, y'all
'98 Sports car, purchased me a sports bar
Dunn, I run with smart men
Accurate sharpshootin' marksmen
Runnin' through New York, campaignin' like Al Sharpton
The Saint, my guns be black as Shabba Ranks
Computerized thugs droppin' checks in the bank
In this
Street life is the only life I know
Street life, where we got no place to go
Street life, where we struggle just to eat
Street life, where the drugs and thugs meet
You on my dick, my life is like a James Bond flick
Mad bitches, mad bullets, but I never get hit
Yo, from herpes to trees, TVs and MPVs
Niggas in jail for life, the strong as Hercules
From Bloods to Latin Kings, the Bronx back to Queens
Drugs to dope fiends, green Rovers to limousines
Prostitutes, fourteen, suckin' dick on porno screens
Vaginas is unclean with terrible hygiene
Describin' my block scene, it's devilish, Halloween
The young sons got guns with fifty-shot magazines
And digital red beams, gettin' drunk off gasoline
Robbin' niggas, mark died for his chain and his C.R.E.A.M
In this
Street life is the only life I know
Street life, where we got no place to go
Street life, where we struggle just to eat
Street life, where the drugs and thugs meet
Yo, I'm unstoppable, rainbow garments stay tropical
Jewels stay rockable, crystal-clear optical
My niggas got bodies, get watched like John Gotti
In a mansion with a monk, learnin' Wu-Tang karate
It's a fortress, niggas can't afford this
My queens look gorgeous, I think eatin' swordfish
Surrounded by twenty men, cold-blooded as an amphibian
In a Benz, puffin' trees straight from the Caribbean
It's Darkman, what?
Street life is the only life I know
Street life, where we got no place to go
Street life, where we struggle just to eat
Street life, where the drugs and thugs meet