The Streetz R Deathrow

Growing up as an inner city brother

Where every other had a pops and a mother

I was the product of a heated lover

Nobody knew how deep it screwed me

And since my pops never knew me

My family didn't know what to do with me

Was I somebody they despised?

Curious look in they eyes

As if they wonder if I'm dead or alive

And poor momma can't control me

"Quit tryin' to save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies!"

A tickin' timebomb, can't nobody fade me

Packin' a 380 and fiendin' for Mercedes

Suckers scatter but it don't matter I'm a cool shot

Punks drop from all the buckshots the fools got

I'm tired of being a nice guy

I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why

So they label me a lunatic who care less, death or success

Is what I quest 'cause I'm fearless

Now the streets are deathrow ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')

The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')

The streets are death row

I just murdered a man, I'm even more stressed, wearin' a vest

Hopin' that they're aimin' at my chest

Much too young to bite the bullet

Hand on the trigger

I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it

I hope I live to be a man

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brother in the state pen

Counting pennies over the years I'd done stacked many

Proving wrong those

Who swore I'd wouldn't live 'til 20

Now they gotta cope

Since it's the only thing I know

It's difficult to let it go

I'm startin' to lose my hair 'cause I worry

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buried

But now I gotta move away now

'Cause these suckers love ta' spray where I lay down

My homie lost his family, he snapped

Shot up half the block to bring them back

The streets are deathrow ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')

The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')

The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')

The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')

I'm dangerous when drunk, I only drink beer

Gin makes me sin

Unable to think clear

Hennessy makes me think my enemy is getting close

Boom, boom, boom

Got me shooting at a ghost

Some call me crazy, but this is what you gave me

Amongst the babies who raised up from the slavery

I sport a vest and hit the sess to kill the stress

Moved out west and I invest in all the best

Those who test will find a bullet in they chest

Put to rest, by a brother who was hopeless

Grow up broke, on the rope of insanity

How many pistols smoking comin' from a broken family?

I'm sick of being tired

Sick of the sirens, body bags, and the guns firin'

Tell Bush, "Push the button!" 'cause I'm fed

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')

The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')

The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')

The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')

The streets are death row ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')

This go out to my partners in the Live Squad

(Like it ain't nothin')

And all my homies out there involved in that 187

Watch your back

There's got to be a better way

There's too many of us in the cemetery

I love it when they fear me!

Come on, what we gonna do now?

I love it when they fear me!

The streets are death row