Streets Raised Me - Mobb Deep

Streets Raised Me (Clean Version) - Mobb Deep/Big Noyd
Written by：K. Muchita/A. Johnson/T. Perry/Sian Evans/Havoc for Mobb Deep Inc.
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah yeah
That true sh*t
That sh*t that makes me feel sh*t
To all my n**gas
And my b**ches
Yo
Check it
Uh huh
It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes
Know they staring brain feels like
A wheel lost with out the ball bearing
Stuck
Contemplating on who I can trust
But like lleullo in a bill
My feelings just get crushed
But thats why I stick with my duns
Like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad rip your hun
Concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy
Gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down
When I step in the place
Jiggied up
Smoke the pot confirm if it is
Real reefer or not
Rally up after this get followed straight to the crib
Gem star
Double edge apply pressure
Shave 'em down blow marks
Right through your mecca
Wanna be a thug
Now you got the thug look
Stick 'em up leave medicaid
With the real to push
God body
With a rubber grip black shotti
Pump one in his a** make that
N**ga switch hobbies
A dossage
Hand delivered
Without postage
Bring it to your door step quick
On short notice
N**gas get sniped like
Klonker
Bronckite
Show 'em how to rock right when
B**ches hold the mic
Street life
Why'd you have to raise me this way
You showed me how to survive the concrete
But how long only time can say
Whatever you are a part of me
Street life
Why'd you have to raise me this way
I'm surprised we alive today
But how long who am I to say
Whatever you are a part of me
This is something you feel n**ga
Like the theme song from
Hill street blues
This is real this is ill street news
How he gone
And left his moms mind struck
And now his brother ain't giving a f**k
Little sister giving up the butt
Now dun' don't wet that
I want you to rest black
'Cause you better belive
Noyd goin' handle that
'Cause when I get 'em I'ma have 'em
Pull out the sweeper
And spray it at them
I'm no killer
You know me
But I'll be d**ned if I don't lie for my Co d
And then this old g scold me
And told me coldly
You keep it up and
You will be dead like your homie
But I gotta redeem
And get this cream by any means
I never been clean
N**ga my whole click got dirty
From the battles to the trials
And bloody up shirtsleeves
N**ga you heard me
It's gangsta
It's gangsta
Why'd you have to raise me this way
You showed me how to survive the concrete
But how long only time can say
Whatever you are a part of me
Part of me
Why'd you have to raise me this way
I'm surprised we alive today
Today
But how long who am I to say
Whatever you are a part of me
Vision the canvas I paint a picture
Similar to ernie's barnes n**ga
But mines is more ghetto more guns
More drugs mostly thugs
All my duns their baby moms daughter and sons
Dark blocks
With streets lamps shot the f**k out
Park benches broke
A n**ga stretched out
Jumped off the roof
And fell to his death it's real
Hand ball walls displayed with R I P murials
Those who sling
Play the shadows by the building
Devils spring kept 'em going while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped 50's are moked cookies are broke
And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sun sets looks beautiful over the projects
What a shame it's ain't the same where we stand at
If you look close
You can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes n**gas miss
When they lick off don't get clipped off
Street life
Why'd you have to raise me this way
You showed me how to survive the concrete
But how long only time can say
Whatever you are a part of me
Street life
Why'd you have to raise me this way
I'm surprised we alive today
Today
But how long who am I to say