In These Streets

Woke up, three knocks at the door

I was out through the back and all that it was

The police, mama crying, asking lord

Why her son gotta be out riding in these crazy streets

I was on the block (ohh ohh)

Then I heard six shots (ohh ohh)

I was on my grind (ohh ohh)

Running out of time (ohh ohh)

I was at my mama crib just minding my biz

I hear a knock at the door, I already know who it is

It's the police looking for the devil

So I hit the back door, now I'm running like a rebel

I don't know shit so don't ask no questions

And you ain't no damn priest so I'm not confessing

Shit I'm still alive so I'm counting my blessings

And today was all good, I ain't even use my weapon

I kept pushing, hit the block now I'm telling my dudes

I got news, yeah they looking for clues

Chyeah, they hit the crib up, they ain't gon' give up

No matter what you say lil' homie never slip up

Continue what you doing homie, yeah stay alert

Stay off them phones for a minute 'specially the chirp

And the next time you think about licking shots

Make sure motherfucker that I'm off the block

Woke up, three knocks at the door

I was out through the back and all that it was

The police, mama crying, asking lord

Why her son gotta be out riding in these crazy streets

I was on the block (ohh ohh)

Then I heard six shots (ohh ohh)

I was on my grind (ohh ohh)

Running out of time (ohh ohh)

Ain't too much time left, I might just be next

My nigga just got it fifteen times in the chest

So tell me how the fuck I ain't supposed to stress

When I done seen the best, get introduced to death

Open up your flesh, mama know you worry step

Back up in the house where it's safe while I hit this fence

Running, jumping the court like I'm Shawn Kemp

Trying to stay out the court like it's my third ex

Shit, the herbs rats, snitches get burnt black

To a cold colored soul brother by the curb stretched