Streets Raised Me [album Version] Lyrics - Mobb Deep

It's kinda bug how I dose sometimes; know they staring 

Brain feels like a wheel lost without the ball bearing 

Stuck, contemplating who I can trust 

But like llello 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, scope the spot, confirm beef, if it's not 

Bally up, after this get followed straight to the crib 

Gem Star, double edge apply pressure 

Shave em down, blow marks intruding through your mecca 

Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look 

Stick em up, leave Medicaid with the bill to foot 

God-Body, With a rubber grip black shotty 

Pump one in that ass make a nigga switch hobbies 

A dosage, hand delivered, without postage 

Bring it to your door step quick on short notice 

Niggas get sniped like, clog your bronchite 

Show em how to rock right, when bitches are holdin mics, street life 

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Why'd you have to raise me this way? 

You taught me how to survive the concrete 

For how long only time will say 

Forever you a part of me (Street Life) 

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 not givin a fuck 

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

I want you to rest black, cause you can believe that Noyd gon' handle that 

Cause when I get em, I'm gonna 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 ride 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 homey 

But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means 

I never been clean 

Nigga, my whole click got dirty 

From the vials, to the trials and the bloodied up syrtie 

Nigga you heard me, it's gangsta (and to the block) 

Photos 

Vision the canvas I paint a picture 

Similar to Ernies 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 is 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, keep em going while the snows blowing 

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

And Spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke 

The sun set 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 

Street life