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Raised On These Streets
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Young Dopey
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Ay I thought I told you motherf**kers... Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why They made the sidewalks for you to walk by Homie I was raised on these streets I was raised by some muthaf**king G’s Homie I was raised on these streets I was raised on these muthaf**king streets Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why They made the sidewalks for you to walk by Homie I was raised on these streets I was raised by some muthaf**king G’s Homie I was raised on thesе streets I was raised on these muthaf**king streets You see thеse streets are for play-play, so make way Bald-headed but take fades, I’m street raised Don’t take no appointments, walk-ins only Boom bop squad, ask all your homies Doing what I do, never trip off you foos Ese what you say? Who the f**k are you? I’m tired of this fake sh*t, I’m done with these basics Real foos know, I don’t need to explain sh*t Real recognize real, I can’t see ya Your worst f**king nightmare Your worst pesadillas Stay on that sidewalk, quit complaining All that b*t*hing, ese why you banging? You should’ve known what your ass signed up for Way I was taught, is to never fold Kept that sh*t solid, now out on parole Don’t have to remind you that... Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why They made the sidewalks for you to walk by Homie I was raised on these streets I was raised by some muthaf**king G’s Homie I was raised on these streets I was raised on these muthaf**king streets Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why They made the sidewalks for you to walk by Homie I was raised on these streets I was raised by some muthaf**king G’s Homie I was raised on these streets I was raised on these muthaf**king streets Now I stay out the damn way Cause nowadays muthaf**kas go downgrade A damn shame I was turned up daily, still stuck in the ‘80’s Known on these streets my boy cause of banging They labeled me the bad guy through bad times Still kept my head held high, I held mines I was raised by them gangstas, full-time banger I heart don’t race when my life is in danger Even if it was I ain’t tripping because I’m a real muthaf**ka I don’t give a f**k I’m back on these streets like a street sign Wearing Cortez and Levi’s, don’t think I Must’ve thought I forgot how it is on the block Don’t trust any hoe if she f**ks with the opps Don’t trust any foo if he don’t hit the mobs Don’t have to remind you that... Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why They made the sidewalks for you to walk by Homie I was raised on these streets I was raised by some muthaf**king G’s Homie I was raised on these streets I was raised on these muthaf**king streets Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why They made the sidewalks for you to walk by Homie I was raised on these streets I was raised by some muthaf**king G’s Homie I was raised on these streets I was raised on these muthaf**king streets I was raised Inglewood city of champions Where I had to roll around in a bulletproof benz Cause enemies said I was an important target So got a 50-cal with a hollow point cartridge Wish a muthaf**ka would try to try me Prairie and century is where you light find me Headed to my momma house or to the rams game f**k the police, to tell the truth yeah they all gay If you trespassing boy better think twice We just courted in 10 homies in last night Best believe they gon’ bring home the trophy Little concern cause they remind me of the old me A f**king nightmare, to America Tell ‘em to slow down but they don’t listen up And we ain’t never gon’ give it up This gangsta sh*t too much love
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