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*Chorus* Tekitha
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Street life, is the only life I know
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Street life, where we got no place to go
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Street life, where the struggle won't let you be
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Street life, where the drugs and thugs meet
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Verse 1:
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Yo, I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks
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Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox
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Rhyme excellent kill 'em wid intelligence
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Get money like embezzlement, worrying as the president
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LA the Dark coming, inheriting nature, Islamic
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Stay loyal to my clan like Elijah Mohammed
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That's a promise, creating them secrets be like amazing
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Everytime I touch the track I swing my axe and stake it
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Speed racing through life world class
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LA let the tech splash
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My lyrics hard as brass
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Show 'em all-star, check me in the Source y'all
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'98 Ford car purchased near Fort Bar
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Damn I'm aways sharp man, accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman
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Running through New York air painted like Al Sharpton
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And sing, my guns be black and shallow ringed
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Computerised thugs dropping checks in the bank
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And then....
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Chorus
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Verse 2:
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Yo, yo, yo
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You on my dick
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My life is like a James Bond flick
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Mad bitches, mad bullets but I never get hit
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Yo, from herpes to trees, Tv's and MTv's
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Niggas in jail for life the strongest hurt to leave
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>From bloods at night in Kings, to bounce back to Queens
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Drugs and dope fiends scream over the limosine
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Pop the 2 fort kings sucking dick on porno screens
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Vaginas some clean wid terrible hygiene
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To survive on my block G is devils at halloween
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The young son got guns wid 50 shot magasine
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And digital web beams
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Getting drunk off gasoline
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Robbing niggas marked, die for this cane in this dream
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In this.....
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Chorus
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Verse 3:
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Yo,yo,yo
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I'm unstoppable
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Rainbow garment stay tropical
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Jewels stay rockable
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Crystal clear optical
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My niggas got bodies
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Get watched like John Gotti in a mansion
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Wid a monk learning Wu-Tang karate
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It's unfortunate niggas can't afford this
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My 20 blew chords here
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I hate eating sword fish
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Surrounded by 20 men cold-blooded at the amphibian
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In the Benz puffing tree shit from the Caribbean
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And sparking it....
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Chorus
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Street Life
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| La the Darkman |
