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Sticky Fingaz

Genres: Hip-Hop

I Love Da Streets Lyrics - Sticky Fingaz

This might sound crazy but 

I love suffering, I love struggle, I love pain 

Cause what don't kill you make you stronger nigga 

And I'm as strong as they come 

 

[Chorus] 

I love the streets 

Cause that's what made me me 

Without the streets baby I couldn't eat 

I love the streets 

And although we was po' 

Without struggle boy you can't grow 

I love the streets 

And even though we sold drugs 

And paid for it in blood 

I love the streets 

No matter what happend to me 

My hood or your hood, it's all good 

I love the streets 

 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

Right now my life don't mean an awful lot 

If I died today who think the world gon' stop? 

There's a million niggaz just like me on the block 

It's either entertainment or sports or sellin that rock 

Think the judge gon' take ya word over a cops? 

You be just another nigga that they stick in the box 

But we are the streets, what other choice we got? 

Then to go hard, give them niggaz all we got 

Fuck that, as long as I got breath in my lungs 

I'm livin my life, waitin for my death to come 

If you made it out the hood then God blessed you son 

But if your fam there you ain't out lesson one 

Gotta spread around nigga that's what's real to me 

Turn on the news, swear the shit be killin me 

y'all from the streets probly ain't feelin me 

You could take me out the hood but it's still in me 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Omar Epps] 

Fools is fake, I come through with the ghoulish face 

Take small step, big moves I make 

I could put it to your face then choose your fate 

Everyday Thanksgivin, for me two plates 

Yeah we do grace, God bless it all 

From the mess hall to the boulervard with the dead dogs 

When we cough and spit, guns they speak 

The same language is the bullets, who talkin shit? 

Yo Pac if ya listenin they got the game twisted 

Talkin bout the hate you gave little infants 

Fuck everybody here today, place ya ways 

And ya fade away like the memory of Gotti 

Take it back to '90, last year highschool 

Didn't graduate though, still had to make dough 

That's my word, word for word I understood it all 

Had big dreams though the hood is small 

 

[Chorus] 

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