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Lang Jonny - I Love Da Streets lyrics
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 althought 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 lungsLang Jonny - I Love Da Streets - http://motolyrics.com/lang-jonny/i-love-da-streets-lyrics.html
 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
 Yall 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]








