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La The Darkman – Street Life Lyrics

Chorus*Tekitha* Street

life is, the only life I know Street
life where, we got no place to go Street
life where, the struggle won't let you be Street
life where, the drugs and thugs meet Verse

1 Yo:

I, bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks Hol'
glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox Rhyme
excellent kill 'em wid intelligence Get
money like embezzlement worrying, as the president La
the Dark coming inheriting, nature Islamic, Stay
loyal to my clan like Elijah Mohammed That's
a promise creating, them secrets be like amazing Everytime
I touch the track I swing my axe and stake it Speed
racing through life world classla let the tech splashmy lyrics hard as brass Show
'em all-star check, me in the Source y'all '98
Ford car purchased near Fort Bar Damn
I'm aways sharp man accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman, Running
through New York air painted like Al Sharpton And
sing my, guns be black and shallow ringed Computerised
thugs dropping checks in the bank And
then Chorus....

Verse

2 Yo:

yo, yo, You
on my d k**My
life is like a James Bond flick Mad
b s*****mad, bullets but I never get hit Yo
from, herpes to trees Tv's, and mtv's N
s****in jail for life the strongest hurt to leave From
>bloods at night in Kings to, bounce back to Queens Drugs
and dope fiends scream over the limosine Pop
the 2 fort kings sucking d k**on porno screens Vaginas
some clean wid terrible hygiene To
survive on my block G is devils at halloween The
young son got guns wid 50 shot magasine And
digital web beams Getting
drunk off gasoline Robbing
n s****marked die, for this cane in this dream In
this Chorus.....

Verse
3 Yo:

yo, yo, I'm
unstoppablerainbow garment stay tropical Jewels
stay rockable Crystal
clear optical My
n s****got bodiesget watched like John Gotti in a mansionwid a monk learning Wu-Tang karate It's
unfortunate n s****can't afford this My
20 blew chords here I
hate eating sword fishsurrounded by 20 men cold-blooded at the amphibian In
the Benz puffing tree s t**from the Caribbean And
sparking it Chorus....
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