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

Good times disappear back into a mist
Shooter hardly ever miss, that means I'm
Crack the pitch man, soon Ima have to switch
Scratchin' the itch with cuts on my index

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

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

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

The streets always been my daddy and mommy is the jail
I'ma soldier and I'm my mail
I ain't to do right, I'm already 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 Judo
Or out somewhere pimpin' gettin' money and by the two
That's why I'm at the lab of the product, spittin' you

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

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

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

The streets always been my daddy and mommy is the 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

The streets always 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