Chorus: x4
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(Master P)
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These streets keep me rollin'
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Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin'
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(Master P)
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You see I'm a killer by heart
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A G by nature
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You see these ho's a love you
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And these niggas a hate you
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When you young and ballin'
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I mean broke and fallin'
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I said sleeping and crawlin'
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That's when the Devil be callin'
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They want to take all your change
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T-shirts and khakis
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These ho's a love me
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Or send some niggas to jack me
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The game done change
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It's not the same
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Da Last Don be my name
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Cause I'm tru to da game
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I mean a bird in the bush can't touch one in the hand
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Out in the streets be lying in a can
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I done change and they watch me
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The fedz can't stop me
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It'll take millions to box me
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But the ghetto you got me
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Chorus: x4
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(FIEND)
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What's the purpose of being the baddest
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When some haters a kill for your status
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For a taste of lavish
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Or follow you home for the cabbage
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But look here we savages
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Survivors and Soldiers
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Fuck with one of us we get in ya vains like embolia
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On his casket lies a magnolia
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Flower for peace
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Sun lying in the faces of his newphew and neice
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I'm the beast
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You know me FIEND the glock carrier
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Fuck with anything of mind I'll have ya pops bury ya
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Guns with the sound barrier
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Livin for no tomorrow
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Show me the dirty cargo
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And fuck your family morrows
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Boy souls I'm quick to borrow
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Gettin' sisters and brothers to
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I got something to kill you and a thought of another you
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Just another number to
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The murder rate in my city
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One week all kids born with no pitty
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Shitty ain't it
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How it's painted
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Realness thru my eyes
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Just shit we deal with livin these tru lies
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Chorus till end
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These Streets Keep Me Rollin'
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Master P |