(I play the street life
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Because theres no place I can go
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street life
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its the only life I know)
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Come home and your daddy go to work(go to work)
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Three phones
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and my pagers go beserk (go beserk)
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I'm talkin birds
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like dooney and bourke
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I'm talkin work
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enough to make you a clerk
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Rebel Bass,hard plate,big spoons
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that wiff like the block hotter than mid june
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Early july,I'm early like the bird that fly
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Even Martin got a piece of that pie
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I'm Eddie Murphy, laugh at ******, throw the piece in the sky
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Drop the top on the merchy and make streets with my top
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Make it dance like Percy,
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kids stay on the sidewalk,
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used to stash weed in my momma's Buic Skylark,
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I talk only 'bout prices,
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negotiation rule the nation ,
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**** the police station,
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And if you got any association,
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then,murder all close relations
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Street Life uh uh
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Grocery bags on the counter
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no grocery store
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couldn't fit a half a meal in the Gucci tote
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Hit the lights
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watch the roaches say "Good Night"
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Spark twice, say "Good Bye" to the Mice
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Cook nice for the little bit of slice
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And watch them jokers put that fire to that ice
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Sure as that dog's tail wag, it will bite
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Man,I'm just tryna get my scratch on these lice
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When I was younger,I had a flag on my bike
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And then I went and got them mags on my bike
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Momma,don't wait up for me,
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I lost a bundle a money from the cops
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Gotta get that make-up money (Hey!)
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I say I gotta get into they lunch money
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I say I gotta get into they lunch money
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Its Hollygrove,till the bury me cold
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Whos to say if they gon' bury me old?
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I live that street life.
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uh uh
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Back to the struggle,
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Born trouble,
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Like tryin to find strength in a torn muscle
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Young as scum,
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Daddy gone,
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Boy young and running streets 'till he pull a gun
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Hoodilum of all black hoody on
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Talibon strap with a gat like a bomb
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Red storm,hankercheif hat on
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**** around and them bees swarm
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Bee Gone
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Better know which street you on
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Won't you come on Eagle,
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Are you Evil Kineval? (Ha Ha)
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Crackheads got bikes and pistols
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now run up on that crackhead and fight the pistol
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This is the street
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Nigguh eat
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where the bird don't tweet
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the birds grow cheap
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and nigguhs dont sleep
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You may have heard of MLK
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But I know a gang of ****** with they own street
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The street life
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uh uh
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Street Life
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Lil' Wayne |