Streets Raised Me Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

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 

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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 

But how long who am I to say 

Whatever, you are a part of me 

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This is something you feel nigga 

Like the theme song from Hill Street Blues 

This is real, this is ill street news 

How he gone, and left his moms mind struck 

And now his brother ain't giving a fuck 

Little sister giving up the butt now, dun' don't wet that 

I want you to rest black 

'Cause you better belive Noyd goin' handle that 

'Cause when I get em, I'ma have 'em 

Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them 

I'm no killer, you know me 

But I'll be damned if I don't lie for my CO-D 

And then this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly 

You keep it up and you will be dead like your homie 

But I gotta redeem and get this cream by any means 

I never been clean 

Nigga, my whole click got dirty 

From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves 

Nigga you heard me 

It's gangsta, it's gangsta 

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 

But how long who am I to say 

Whatever, you are a part of me 

Vision the canvas I paint a picture 

Similar to Ernie's Barnes nigga 

But mines is more ghetto more guns 

More drugs, mostly thugs 

All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons 

Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out 

Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out 

Jumped off the roof and fell to his death, it's real 

Hand ball walls displayed with R I P murials 

Those who sling, play the shadows by the building 

Devils spring, kept em going while the snows blowing 

Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke 

And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke 

The sun sets looks beautiful over the projects 

What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at 

If you look close, you can see the bricks chipped off 

Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off, don't get clipped off 

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 

But how long who am I to say 

Whatever, you are a part of me 

Why'd you have to raise me this way 

I loved y'all till this day 

But how long only time can say 

Whatever, you are a part of me 

It's real