Текст песни: Mobb Deep - Streets Raised Me








Havoc



Its 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

Dont 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 ass make that nigga switch hobbies

A dossage, hand delivered, without postage

Bring it to your door step quick on short notice

Niggas get sniped like, klonker brockite

Show em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic, street life



Hook



(2x)why you have to raise me this way, you showed me how to survive the

Concrete, if I survive only time can say, you where a part of me..

(street life)



Big noyd



This is something you feel nigga, 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

Now his brother aint giving a fuck

Little sister giving up the butt now, dun dont wet that

I want you to rest black, cause you better belive noyd gon handle that

Cause when I get em, Im gonna have em

Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them

I aint no killer, you know me

But Ill be damned if I dont 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 homey

But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means

I never been clean

Nigga, my whole click got dirty

>from the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves

Nigga you heard me

Its gangsta



Hook 2x



Prodigy



Vision the canvas I paint a picture

Similar to ernies barnes nigga

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 fuck out

Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out

Jumped off the roof to his death its real

Hand ball walls displayed with r-i-p murials

Those who sling, play the shadows by the building

Devils spring, keep em going while the snows blowing

Grams get dipped, 50s are moked, cookies are broke

And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke

The sun set looks beautiful over the projects

What a shame, its aint the same where we stand at

If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off

Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off dont get clipped off

Street life



Hook 2x

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Havoc



Its 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

Dont 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 ass make that nigga switch hobbies

A dossage, hand delivered, without postage

Bring it to your door step quick on short notice

Niggas get sniped like, klonker brockite

Show em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic, street life



Hook



(2x)why you have to raise me this way, you showed me how to survive the

Concrete, if I survive only time can say, you where a part of me..

(street life)



Big noyd



This is something you feel nigga, 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

Now his brother aint giving a fuck

Little sister giving up the butt now, dun dont wet that

I want you to rest black, cause you better belive noyd gon handle that

Cause when I get em, Im gonna have em

Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them

I aint no killer, you know me

But Ill be damned if I dont 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 homey

But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means

I never been clean

Nigga, my whole click got dirty

>from the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves

Nigga you heard me

Its gangsta



Hook 2x



Prodigy



Vision the canvas I paint a picture

Similar to ernies barnes nigga

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 fuck out

Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out

Jumped off the roof to his death its real

Hand ball walls displayed with r-i-p murials

Those who sling, play the shadows by the building

Devils spring, keep em going while the snows blowing

Grams get dipped, 50s are moked, cookies are broke

And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke

The sun set looks beautiful over the projects

What a shame, its aint the same where we stand at

If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off

Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off dont get clipped off

Street life



Hook 2x

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