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  • {chrous}x2 dont let this streetlife get ya down dont let this streetlife run u around {snoop} since i was young i grew up in the streetlife times get hard for a gangstar in the streetlife aint no tellin what my life might be like, growin up in the streetlife you cant tell me shit, about these streets homie i done lived it and done it, runnin from the police out for the money, homies maintain there composure now that we olders we sellin ki's, bye the douzia now im a soulja muthafucka for the chips wanna dip to trip headed straight for dc, down for dp. flipt the script and came equipted with some riders who got my back snoop coliogne, you know im always down to jack i jack for instant thought,talkin walk the walk niggas who oppose automaticly get stomped terrorizing the neighborhood niggas gaining they grab me southside and dash, mashin for the rep rest in peace to deseiced homeboyz who aint alive streetlife took him over now he forced to die slippin and sliddin, bouncin counting my ends to be straight, times is ruff for these dayz niggas is crazy, but the fear is much greater, the inavater, dominator soul creater, out for the papers! since i was young i grew up in the streetlife {2pac} bustin and balein, thugs addicted to drug saling ki's got me riskin, living the street, catch a fellonie how many niggas wanna see me gone? you bitches is playa haters who hate to see a nigga hold his own forever ballin and never fallin live my life as a thug, now can you hear the liquor callin when we blaze niggas is blinded my compotion is minimual so i live, criminal minded nigga can you hear me wave yo pistols in the ski and roll a phat ass blunt, i bet that shit will get you high they wonder why im hard to kill, hard to let go how can i die and leave my peers on deathrow im makaveli,45, tatto my belly conversating wit my nigga dogg, lyrics so deadly when ya come to get me bring an army an outlaw muthafucka, who can harm me bomb the clip and see the track smokin cause real badboy killas be them gat toaters ha ha, open ya eyes and understand me world aint fair these muthafuckas doin scandlous see niggas dont wanna see me hot with my glock cocked drinkin on hen, screamin fuck the world this is the end, in the streetlife! {chorus}x6

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