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Dj Kayslay - Street Life lyrics
*Chorus* Tekitha
 Street life, is the only life I know
 Street life, where we got no place to go
 Street life, where the struggle won't let you be
 Street life, where the drugs and thugs meet
Verse 1:
 Yo, I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks
 Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox
 Rhyme excellent kill 'em wid intelligence
 Get money like embezzlement, worrying as the president
 LA the Dark coming, inheriting nature, Islamic
 Stay loyal to my clan like Elijah Mohammed
 That's a promise, creating them secrets be like amazing
 Everytime I touch the track I swing my axe and stake it
 Speed racing through life world class 
 LA let the tech splash 
 My lyrics hard as brass
 Show 'em all-star, check me in the Source y'all
 '98 Ford car purchased near Fort Bar
 Damn I'm aways sharp man, accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman
 Running through New York air painted like Al Sharpton
 And sing, my guns be black and shallow ringed
 Computerised thugs dropping checks in the bank
 And then....
Chorus
Verse 2:
 Yo, yo, yo
 You on my dick
 My life is like a James Bond flickDj Kayslay - Street Life - http://motolyrics.com/dj-kayslay/street-life-lyrics.html
 Mad bitches, mad bullets but I never get hit
 Yo, from herpes to trees, Tv's and MTv's
 Niggas in jail for life the strongest hurt to leave
 >From bloods at night in Kings, to bounce back to Queens
 Drugs and dope fiends scream over the limosine
 Pop the 2 fort kings sucking dick on porno screens
 Vaginas some clean wid terrible hygiene
 To survive on my block G is devils at halloween
 The young son got guns wid 50 shot magasine
 And digital web beams
 Getting drunk off gasoline
 Robbing niggas marked, die for this cane in this dream
 In this.....
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Verse 3:
 Yo,yo,yo
 I'm unstoppable 
 Rainbow garment stay tropical
 Jewels stay rockable
 Crystal clear optical
 My niggas got bodies 
 Get watched like John Gotti in a mansion 
 Wid a monk learning Wu-Tang karate
 It's unfortunate niggas can't afford this
 My 20 blew chords here
 I hate eating sword fish 
 Surrounded by 20 men cold-blooded at the amphibian
 In the Benz puffing tree shit from the Caribbean
 And sparking it....
Chorus








