CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Raised On These Streets

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