Up early in the morning lacin up my British Knights
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Throwin up my deuce sign, fuckin with the street life
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Never knew no better cause my mommy never taught me
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Going out to get the shit that mommy never bought me
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Only ten years old and I can't stay away from trouble
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But you don't give a fuck cause you ain't never had to struggle
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And everybody's tellin me its get greater later
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I need to get my shit right now, cause it ain't shit in my refrigerator
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And I done struggled for my whole life
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Seeing my moma layed up with a different nigga everynight
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And when you see me you can spot a crook
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Cause I'm going through her motherfuckin pocket book
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I'm going out to get my papes
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Cause she don't give a fuck about me anyway
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And my daddy's doing two terms
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And all she ever does is sit around and get served
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My mommy never hugs me
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I'm callin deuce my family, cause these niggas say they love me
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I'm steady dustin chumps off
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And ready for the battle if the shit would ever jump off
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So send my ass to hell
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Its eithr being covered up with some dirt, or boxed in a cell
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Anyway that's what it looks like
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If I don't hurry up and get my ass up out the street life
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Chorus: (Spoken)
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You know the streets is all I know
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This is my way of survival
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You know I've been dealt some bad cards
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But I gots to play them
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What else am I to do, look for a job?
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But until them my family will starve and be broke
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So I resort to the streets
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As a source of income
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I'm stuck here
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I step out on my own block
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And everyone's throwin up the deuce to little J-Rock
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And all my little homies that I hang with
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Are either jackin, or mixed up with this gang shit
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See it through reality
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Never leavin the gang cause its the street life mentality
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My homies got a proposition
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Pulled the nigga off some change and said he'd help in my position
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So now I'm rollin with the OGs
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Puttin in work for the jack, for some overseas
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And maybe in a year or two
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I'll be able to roll in a Benz like the gangsta's do
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Makin hoes ride dick
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Cause that poor, broke ???
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Ain't hittin ??? shit
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I gotta lock my crew down
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And sew this whole motherfucker up like the Jews town
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Develop us a strong click
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Break my pops off some dope while he rot
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Pops would like that shit
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Seeing his little nigga on his own two
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Doing shit I heard my pops used to do
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A real nigga to this crime thang
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And had it going on before his time came
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I gots to get my shit right
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Until my shit gets right
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I'm rollin with the street life
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Chorus:
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You know what upsets me
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Is when whitey sits back in they lavish homes and BMWs
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And tell me the streets ain't the place to be
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See it from my prospective
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Poverty strickin, livin on welfare
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And the government cuttin that shorter every week
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I'm shortin on education cause I'm black
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The corner doesn't promise me a good life
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But at least it shows me promise
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Finally after shit got right
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I'm wanting out of the gang cause I'm searchin for a new life
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But I remember what was said
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You come in alive the only way you leave out is dead
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So I'm kinda fucked on both ends
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I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin frinds
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Cause if they were my friends they'd let me break
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Outie five thousand fuck this shit, I'm packin my 38
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But first I gotta stay down
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Until It's time for me to punch it out and just lay it down
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And that's a motherfuckin shame
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Tonight I gotta spill another ride with my little gang
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So slowly I walked up to it
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With no hesitation I broke the window and jumped into it
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Unhooked his shit and was headed off
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I opened up the door that's what set it off
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A nigga came out with a glock jack
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And put a slug in my motherfuckin back
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And my so called friends
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Want me out of the gang cause they don't know if I'll walk again
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Now tell me what's that deuce life
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Fucked up myself for good cause I was wrapped up in the
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Street Life
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