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Correct Street Music Lyrics
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I only got one thing to say I only sing for my people who be struggling like every Day (Street music, shit ain't sweet music) Stand on my own feet no matter what happens My struggle a grown me to a man, man Kill you on yo' own beat with this rap thing And I still hate the police with a passion So raise yo' glasses, stomp yo' feet I ain't asking, do it if you hungry This that street music Don't get it confused, kid No you thought it was but shit ain't sweet, stupid Uncivilized and I'm drunk as shit So tell the dj to bump that shit If yo' girl screaming and yelling Turning yo' evening to hell, then I'm telling you need To dump that bitch How many times have I told you I don't play Disrespect me ok It goes both ways Coming from the land where the sky's so grey Running with my plans 'cause that's what my mom told Me. Refrain: I only got one thing to say Y'all need to bump this shit until yo' speakers blow Away (Street music, shit ain't sweet music) I only got one thing to say I only sing for my people who be struggling like every Day (Street music, shit ain't sweet music) Shit ain't gonna be moving without blood, sweat and Tears 12 years I been on the bud and the beer So keep it coming before my buzz disappears Chi-chi man ain't getting no love up in here You need to pay attention And shut yo' little mouth when my name is mentioned Worrying about tomorrow ain't my way of thinking I'm a do what I do, Red ain't regretting Now Helsinki, that's where I'm born, where I roam, Where I bone But I've been around like a vagabond Where I lay my hat is home Man, I'm known from the catacombs deep Inna Babylon to the Amazon Get out yo' seat quick Haters can eat a dick Believe it, kid, now swing around 'til you seasick Life can be a mean bitch it's a known fact But Red's shit's like popping Prozac I grew up inna midst of a snowstorm I ain't a gangster, but I can make some phone calls I do it for my single baby mamas And the kids in school with behavior problems So get yo' hands up if you hate yo' job And you scheme on the side, one day at a time Gold spoon motherfuckers, won't waste yo' time Street music 'till the day I die. Refrain
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