Street Life



album: Track 10 in album The Last Street Preacha
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genres: Hip Hop Latin
styles: Conscious
length: 3:43

Album Information

script: Latin

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Women, champagne, weed, cigars and caviar
Dealin wit phones tapped wit bugs, plus
Convicts, thugs and drug dealers
Quick to pull a trigga and leave a body floatin in the river
Bankin on cheddar and cream, from dope fiends
Half of the mommies doin 25 to life in a cell
Chained up, captive and tortured by the enemy's spell
And what do I profit to lose my soul and gain from drug sales
Crystal, drugs and crushed ice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegal
Tha street life
taught to hustle these streets and grind to make dough
Blast on my adversaries then end up on death row
Where everybody smokin chronic, sippin 98 proof
In my hood is jus crime, cryin for one time
Insane, vision of murder just increase the pain
I want out, but gave an oath to the death of me
But when they bury me, I fear where my soul will be
Its so hard, when you in this ghetto prison lookin for God
And ask God how many lonely painful tears will I cry
I tried to get a job, but they swear I'm up to no good
From an adolescent carryin hollow points in a smith-n-wesson
ain't nothin even worth livin for
Liqour stores and gun shops
Full of hurt since birth, why was I placed on this earth
And what's worse, is that my potnah dyin at a fast rate


Track Listing

  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Nuttin 2 Somethin'
  • 3 Friends
  • 4 Throw Ya Handz Up
  • 5 Up On Game
  • 6 Ride Wit Me
  • 7 Turn This Up
  • 8 Wipe Your Tears
  • 9 Conversion
  • 10 Street Life
  • 11 Last Street Preacha
  • 12 My Dream
  • 13 Tru 2 Life Playaz
  • 14 Father Figure
  • 15 You Don't Know
  • 16 Livin' Lovely
  • 17 Mami Linda