Streets Won't Let Me Go

Gangsta!

A life time, a bad luck

It's sad but the nigga stayed strong

Pray everyday that my life goes on

Cause the streets ain't givin a black man shit

So my attitude is: you can suck a fat man's dick

Tricks in my face for my snaps, cause I'm rappin

I puts them in their place when I pulls up my strap and slap 'em

Backwards with the theory of my anger

Nigga's so crazy on the daily talkin strangers

Wanna hit the stick, I'm scared of the Bombay

Andre, never was a dope fiend anyway

I'd rather lay back in the cut, be corrupt, and fuck shit up

Because I'm stuck in the streets

It's seems the streets, they just won't let me go

Sometimes I wish, I find some where to go

Damn, it's a shame, I blame myself for my bad luck

A young buck nigga growin up, gave a mad fuck

I'm rollin through at night shit in papers

Give hoes the vapors and live in skyscrapers

But I guess I tried to move too fast

So the lord had to stop my black ass with a blast (*Gun Shot*)

One shot to my back, makin small tracks

Think of my life where am I tryin not to fall flat

As I swell, people yell, damn he hit Dre

My nigga Dale rushed me to M-L-K

Blankin out, but still thinkin 'bout survival

When a nigga didn't even have my post on the rival

I tell my mamma, yeah, I love you born to hug you not dug you

Being able to death from the cradle

Michel'le w/ minor variations]

Now as I lay half dead I cried

And wonder why I'mma gonna die

Well, how hard I tried to change and rearrange my plans to be a man

Divided we fall, united we stand

But the lord helped the nigga through this mess

Even though, I still got a 9 slug in my chest

But still the nigga can walk down Kimp

Even though my arm trims and I walk with a limb

But I'm blessed to be alive and well

Doin swell, not in jail

And damn sure not in hot hell

So next time you're comin down my row

If it sounds to flow

I'll be prepare to go, so y'all

I got to do some way

I got to do way

I gotta go

I'm searchin'