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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, gives if you curious

Good times disappear quickly back a mist
hardly ever miss, that means I'm accurate
Crack the pitch man, pretty Ima have to switch
Scratchin' the with paper cuts on my index

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

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

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

The streets been my daddy 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

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' money and by the two
why I'm at the lab of the product, spittin' you flows

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

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

Who this crack anyway? Told us about the heroin
Sold us alcohol and the guns that we carry
blame 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 mommy is the jail
I'ma soldier and I'm about my
And if I get busted I'm not to tell
I'm a gangsta

The always been my daddy and mommy 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

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 'fore he
A for a young girl to slide down a pole
She's fallin' short on her goals

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

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

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

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