Mobb Deep - Streets Raised Me (feat. Big Noyd & Chinky)

Yeah uh huh
That true shit
That shit that makes me feel shit
To all my niggas and my bitches
Yo, check it, uh huh

It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes
Know they staring, brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing
Stuck, contemplating on who I can trust
But like Lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed
But thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad, rip your hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not
Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib

Gem star, double edge apply pressure
Shave 'em down, blow marks right through your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look
Stick 'em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push
God-Body, with a rubber grip black shotti
Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies
A dossage, hand delivered, without postage
Bring it to your door step quick on short notice
Niggas get sniped like, Klonker Bronckite
Show 'em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic

Why'd you have to raise me this way
You showed me how to survive the concrete
But how long only time can say
Whatever, you are a part of me
Why'd you have to raise me this way
I'm surprised we alive today



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