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Where I'm from killers go dumb, usually death is the
Welcome to the jungle, kidnappers haunt you
The streets, they really you
I'm serious, no smile on block, gives answers if you curious

Good times quickly back into a mist
Shooter hardly miss, that means I'm accurate
Crack the pitch man, pretty soon Ima have to
Scratchin' the itch with paper on my index

The real shoot up blocks and screams who next
Like my two text, he told two text
Done in beef before but in Houston they call it plex
Gotta know the protocol, I'm warnin' it gets deep

So deep, the prison put you to sleep
eternally, no comin' back, ya O.D., overdose
This neighborhood got me
Back the wall, another statistic I know

The streets always been my and mommy is the county jail
I'ma and I'm about my mail
And if I get busted I'm not to tell
I'm a gangsta

The streets always been my daddy and is the county jail
soldier and I'm about my mail
I tryin' to do right, I'm already livin' in pain
'Cause I'm a

The gas too high, the pay raise is too low
I'm better off in the game flippin' like Judo
Or out somewhere pimpin' gettin' and by the two wholes
why I'm at the lab of the product, spittin' you flows

Feds' my hood, entirely too much gun play
Neighborhood basketball stars slain Monday
Raided the neighborhood, pen last Tuesday
If this was goin' on in your neighborhood what would you

Given the to tell it to the masters
Lower middle class still a carryin' bus
girls givin' birth before they hit the ninth grade
'Bout to be a mom and even make Kool Aid

Who made this anyway? Told us about the heroin
Sold us alcohol and the guns we carry 'round
Can't us for everything goin' wrong in the States
I blame a nigga for nothin' he do to get cake

The streets always been my daddy and is the county jail
I'ma soldier and I'm about my
And if I get I'm not about to tell
I'm a gangsta

The streets been my daddy and mommy is the county jail
I'ma soldier and I'm about my
I ain't tryin' to do right, I'm already in pain
'Cause I'm a

It's like the ghetto's got a heart and a soul, a of it's own
A hunger for a young cat to die he grown
A lust for a young to slide down a pole
She's always fallin' short on her

The street life is cold, it's either win or or you fold
Money is the root to all evils I was told
everything you thought you'd believed in was a hoax
You put your faith in front of demons

And when the clears, the truth appear
The fight for your life, the of a wrong versus right
And won, a song sung in the keys of reality
When death your path, blood shed tragically

So you come to a close and realize
That no matter we key to the codes
I the hood swallow muthafuckas whole
The shit amountin' in the ain't never make it home, that I know

The streets always been my and mommy is the county jail
I'ma soldier and I'm my mail
And if I get busted I'm not about to
I'm a gangsta

The streets always been my daddy and is the county jail
I'ma soldier and I'm about my
I tryin' to do right, I'm already livin' in pain
'Cause I'm a