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Where I'm from killers go dumb, death is the outcome
to the jungle, where kidnappers haunt you
The streets, they want you
I'm serious, no smile on this block, answers if you curious

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

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

So deep, the prison guards'll put you to
Rest eternally, no comin' back, ya O.D.,
This got me comatose
Back against the wall, statistic I know

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

The streets always been my and mommy is the county jail
I'ma and I'm about my mail
I ain't tryin' to do right, I'm 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' kicks like
Or out somewhere pimpin' gettin' and by the two wholes
That's why I'm at the lab of the product, you flows

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

Given the opportunity to tell it to the
Lower middle class still a bus passes
Young girls givin' birth before hit the ninth grade
'Bout to be a mom and can't even Kool Aid

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

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

The streets always been my and mommy is the county jail
I'ma and I'm about my mail
I ain't tryin' to do right, I'm livin' in pain
I'm a gangsta

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

The street life is cold, either win or lose or you fold
is the root to all evils what I was told
When everything you thought you'd in was a hoax
You put your faith in front of those

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

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

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