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Fiend - The Streets Ain't Safe lyrics
What up Welcome to New Orleans Where police are corrupt And niggas with no money die at the ages between 15 and 21 But see me? I made up my mind a long time ago that I'd never fall into that system I'm a hustle till I get enough then I'm a get out But you know what? I got caught up. Started fiending for that shit. So now anything you sell any corner you work for remember that's my shit I could take it from you any time I want to As long as you know that, I won't have to make an example outta you. Remember, That's the words of Fiend [chorus] I say the streets ain't safe I know I could be a goner Tryin' to make a million dealin' around the corner And nigga Fiend know one day he's gonna have to die But What? nigga What? And with my gat on my side, I'm still gonna be the baddest alive(alive) I'm an automatic pistol bustin' He laughs, screamin' down to the haters Caution his lies knowin' he gonna pay for it later But Fiend...?...of bieng the baddest Later On, Never to go, just mama command us Nigga no heat advantage, stay hustlin' livin for the day Robbin' to the way in the allyway, that soldier ain't prayin' Forgive me, I almost waited for my breed to help me They won't doubt me so I'm a take somethin to get wealthy Healthy, young, got a gun ain't afraid to lose it This corner, I'm about to lose it. It's life I ain't choosin' I was placed here, a nigga before me was erased here Killa face fear but I plans to make and count cake here Get down and show me you're Bout It Come and take what I took That chef was paddin' the way you got the face of a crook Project walls shook, until Fiend's Spirit rose in me I chose to "G", Wait until the world get a load of me [chorus] Lord they know i don't fuck around Livin' every day like my last It's a damn shame the dirt I done did for the cash Is it my fault? Makin' sure my hood gonna eat Not seein' defeat, nigga I just stood to my feet Cocked every rock that I had, Cooked all the dope I could cook Took a glance at my family, like it was the final look Sellin' the shit I stole Have mercy on my soul And these shops about to be closed Cause Fiend about to roll This ain't no war to stage Feel the wrath and my rage It's bieng displayed At the effect of poverty's case This ain't no phase, I'm trapped with that want to live To protect mine, I miss you with rounds of hot shit My glock eat it, the only talkin' that you get in verbal And the way of my pain, so for God we gonna hurt you It ain't personal, with the thought of playin with my math Can get that ass in an unending bloodbath(bloodbath) [chorus] My life has seen shit like this. I got to much will invested Fuck open chested, me and my workers bullet proof vested Suggested cause my least worry is bieng arrested Upset with cause more these niggas done probably confessed it See I'm blessed with the game, Came along with my name Tested for fame, Pushin' out crack cocaine But watch the pain and strange thangs happen for greenary And involves seein' me, nigga windex ya scenary Believe in me is one thing, seein' is another If I'd have known what i know now, I wouldn't have lost my brother Streets got death to offer to you fast or slow But some stash you're doe, you could see the casket front row I know cause I done seen some casualties burn Plagued ? So now them niggas gonna learn It's my turn So when the courts ask for a plea My answer is they fucked up and made a nigga like me [chorus] 3X |
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