Streets Lyrics

[Intro: Compton Menace]
Shit, nigga first started this shit
It's cus i liked to do it and i ain't tryna change it into
Some whole other technical shit, yuh feel me?

[Hook: Kev Blaze]
These streets are made of thugs
I don't wanna pop a nigga,I don't wanna catch a slug
When I travel the world, all I see
More niggas who think like me
Niggas wanna change, but hating ass niggas tryna keep me in the game
I wanna put the gun down, nigga I can't
I gotta watch my back, I don't really wanna live like that

[Verse 1: Compton Menace]
Look, I got em squinting with them city faces
Take over the game and did it with the basics
And shit my reputation speaks for itself
Get it on my own cus i don't need another nigga help
It's me against the world, that's how a nigga felt
I said eventually a heart caught it in the stealth
Obama, Osama with the Llama
Nigga hustle up dimes and makes sippin' on liquors
From counting off enemies, with the Glock shit
And i can't go today cus they need me on the block bitch
Lately a nigga been on some pot shit
Feeling like the cable, been riding that cockpit

[Hook]
These streets are made of thugs
I don't wanna pop a nigga,I don't wanna catch a slug
When I travel the world, all I see
More niggas who think like me
Niggas wanna change, but hating ass niggas tryna keep me in the game
I wanna put the gun down, nigga I can't
I gotta watch my back, I don't really wanna live like that

[Verse 2: Compton Menace]
Look, life lessons outta' adolesence
Since Brooklyn died I can't seek out an adder blessing
Life teacher, lotta lessons but nobody listen
Why niggas wanna ball without a [?] pissin'
That's why we spend half our life in the penitentiary Cus everything come fast even the benjamins
You know I gotta get it so don't make me out the killer man
Smokin' on that killer man, hoppin' out that caravan
You, I don't care for, my little badass son he eat meat now
That's who I do it for, that's who I'm real to nigga
With the same man bitchin' for him, like i kill two niggas

[Hook]
These streets are made of thugs
I don't wanna pop a nigga, I don't wanna catch a slug
When I travel the world, all I see
More niggas who think like me
Niggas wanna change, but hating ass niggas tryna keep me in the game
I wanna put the gun down, nigga I can't
I gotta watch my back, I don't really wanna live like that

[Verse 3: Mistah FAB]
I was raised in the bottom of the crates man, scrapes on my plate
I was hungry as a hostage, been a date since I ate
Man my momma on dope, and my daddy shooting boy up
Thirteen hours grown man I wasn't on that boy stuff
Trapping cos i had to, at the world I was mad dude
Daddy died from AIDs, f*cked me up I'm goin' bad fool
Was a good child, but my heart turned cold
Promethazine on that blunt, make the blunt burn slow
Mentally challenged, stressed out, pressures of the world
Baby on the way found out I'm havin' me a girl
Stressin', prayin' and I'm hopin', It's hard growing up in Oakland

[Hook x2]
These streets are made of thugs
I don't wanna pop a nigga,I don't wanna catch a slug
When I travel the world, all I see
More niggas who think like me
Niggas wanna change, but hating ass niggas tryna keep me in the game
I wanna put the gun down, nigga I can't
I gotta watch my back, I don't really wanna live like that

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