Life cray, that's how the streets is,
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Let me go!
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Rest in peace to Doe B,
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That's just sad to see,
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I remember when he used
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To get the gas from street,
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He was born a country-boy,
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Nigger, just like me.
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Tilt blessed him with a chance,
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But he survived these streets.
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Niggers hate everyday,
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That's the way the game goes.
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Gotta keep some shooters with me
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When I ride this show.
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You not safe in the club,
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You know money, it talks.
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And for the right price
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Your partner knock you out!
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No new friends, no new friends
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Catch us no other man.
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No bitches neither,
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They'll tell 'em you went for 'em bad.
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New hunters, old hunters,
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I got free that.
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Slow money, fast money,
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Fuck it, make it ...
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Yeah, these streets ain't safe.
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I'm the one should tell you.
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I'm from the street, nigger,
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I know what's going on.
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I mean, teaching's my life,
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I don't see no other way.
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Ride Through the town,
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Sitting on the back seat.
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Smoking not a pile, real Kelly, O.G.
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I'm just thinking 'bout Pimp's next court day, next week.
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My son asked me, daddy,
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Why you not been asleep all week?
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I'm money thinking plus
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A lot of niggers plotting on me.
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Ogb, that's my nigger, I know he watching on me.
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Bmg, that's my company, I'mma die by that.
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I put my life on the line,
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Gotta take that chance.
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I gotta do it for the streets!
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I'm the voice of the streets!
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You broke, you listen to me!
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Rest in peace to Doe B!
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R.I.P. to Ogb!
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Rest in peace to every street nigger!
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Letter 2 The Streets
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Young Scooter |