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Correct Street Glory Lyrics
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Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin' projects Niggaz just don't understand the story Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here Niggaz die for the street glory, go to trial get tried for each story And each nigga got a story, so if you see me slippin' reach for me And qb the streets call me, I'm goin' after street glory And each nigga got a story and qb the streets call me Go to trial get tried for each story, so if you see me slippin' reach for me I'm goin' after street glory Yo, every time I turn around niggaz shot, niggaz stabbed When tonight's pregnant girls struggling to get a cab Queensbridge slingin' hoppin' our benches Fiends lurkin', D's searchin' pat pockets Kids put to bed duck they heads from gas poppin' Don status, throw feeds, got syringes Poppin' out they arm scratched Cuz' else perfect ways, shell Adidas Now remember parked [unverified] Private stock peer nigga with ill walks like Mark Clare Smellin' reefer way before purple haze Has tilted wild niggaz lickin' shots in the air Me and Pop was there through the years our names have switched Ain't nothin' changed but the names Nastradamus and Blitz What project is this? Qb burnin' in tint 12th street murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat What could you tell me? Niggas seen it all in this game When it's all said and done just remember our name Embryo of the ghetto born face and time I'm familiar with the dead grass drama black gates and crime Ghetto fame got a fellow's name draped and shined Niggas shatter they dreams while I'm chasing mine How do I describe an atmosphere where streets are polluted? Where corruptors and new police being recruited Somehow I make it through the day stayin' secluded While the blues aim leavin' another slain, executed Many thought's 'cause I see the past grimmly That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street Sudden raids and confrontations leadin' the misdeamenor weed cases Through all the pap grease and street chases I blew smoke through hallway window Watched the buddah clouds lingo Pluckin' the blunt brokes from my fingers, my eyes flip different shades Similar to people you meet everyday who be displayin' wicked ways Seein' nothing but another day, in this six story rat trap Them gats clap another nigga's blazed, events in my hood rotate Like the battle on the 38 snob in the world of fake love Before I blaze son, I'm kissing the slugs Coming at you kisses and hugs, when death calls who's really a thug Can't shake it, can't take it, can't make it The street glory got me deeply in love, got me needin' this drug Niggaz die for the street glory, go to trial get tried for each story And each nigga got a story, so if you see me slippin' reach for me And qb the streets call me, I'm goin' after street glory And each nigga got a story and qb the streets call me Go to trial get tried for each story, so if you see me slippin' reach for me I'm goin' after street glory
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