Streets Raised Me (Clean Version)

Streets Raised Me (Clean Version) - Mobb Deep/Big Noyd

Written by：K. Muchita/A. Johnson/T. Perry/Sian Evans/Havoc for Mobb Deep Inc.

Yeah

Uh huh

Yeah yeah

That true sh*t

That sh*t that makes me feel sh*t

To all my n**gas

And my b**ches

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 ** or not

Rally up after this get followed straight to the crib

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 a** make that

N**ga switch hobbies

A dossage

Hand delivered

Without postage

Bring it to your door step quick

On short notice

N**gas get sniped like

Klonker

Bronckite

Show 'em how to rock right when

B**ches hold the mic

Street life

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

Street life

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

This is something you feel n**ga

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 f**k

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 d**ned 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

N**ga my whole click got dirty

From the battles to the trials

And bloody up shirtsleeves

N**ga 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

Part of me

Why'd you have to raise me this way

I'm surprised we alive today

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 n**ga

But mines is more ghetto more guns

More *** mostly thugs

All my duns their baby moms daughter and sons

Dark blocks

With streets lamps shot the f**k out

Park benches broke

A n**ga 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 it's ain't the same where we stand at

If you look close

You can see the bricks chipped off

Sometimes n**gas miss

When they lick off don't get clipped off

Street life

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

Street life

Why'd you have to raise me this way

I'm surprised we alive today

Today

But how long who am I to say