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

Good times disappear quickly back into a
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 riders shoot up and screams who next
Like my nigga two text, he told two
been in beef before but in Houston they call it plex
Gotta know the protocol, I'm warnin' it gets deep

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

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

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

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

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

Who made this crack Told us about the heroin
Sold us alcohol and the guns that we carry
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 my daddy and mommy is the county jail
I'ma and I'm about my mail
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 my mail
I tryin' to do right, I'm already livin' in pain
I'm a gangsta

It's the ghetto's got a heart and a soul, a mind of it's own
A hunger for a young cat to die he grown
A lust for a young girl to 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 to all evils what I was told
When everything you thought you'd believed in was a
You put your in front 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 song in the keys of reality
When death crosses your path, shed tragically

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

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