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Brownside - Life on the Streets Lyrics
It`s an everyday thing on the east of town
Times ain`t good, but they won`t hold me down
I`m out to get mine and won`t get left back
I can`t get me a job, but I can get a dope sack
In my hood everyday, gettin off my slangs
I`m not really trippin off money, cuz I`d rather gang bang
And kick back with my homeboys who are down for me
From the evil side representing one-three
And the ways in my neighborhood ain`t nothin nice
You gotta be down or else your payin the price
Cuz for me to do good others must do bad
What makes me happy might make you sad
I need to straight come up so I can earn my way out
Broke motherf**kers don`t carry no clout
The hood that I`m from is where I proved my name
And the streets where I live is where I got my fame
[Chorus]
Don`t push me cuz I`m losing my head
The way I live I might end up dead
I can`t ever forget the crazy things that I`ve done
A young gang-banger livin life by a gun
Doin down ass things to make you learn quick
The kind of crazy things that make people sick
Some might not agree, but I have to survive
And by me doing wrong is gonna keep me alive
So I try everyday to learn the tricks of the trade
Savin up my money cuz I don`t get paid
I know I do bad but I do it real good
Cuz that`s the way I learned in my crazy ass hood
Growin up in the streets of SB and LA
Where a youngster couldn`t even hang around and play
Drive bys, drug deals, bases everywhere
Crack babies being born and their moms don`t even care
Don`t think for a minute that this shit ain`t real
Cuz life on the streets might get you killed
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Times are bad and everything is hard
Got no money, don`t own no car
With some old ass clothes, no food to eat
And some burnt out Nikes coverin up my feet
You get your first impression by the way I look
He`s a gangster, a killer, and a no good crook
Just cuz I`m broke don`t mean I`m a punk
Lemme explain myself in five minutes of funk
Everything I`ve done that has been wrong
I just kick back and write it here in my song
Cuz life on the streets is rough as f**k
Vatos tryin to hit licks so they can come up real tough
Rapping is my hustle, alls I need is a beat
So I can tell my little story about life on the street
And I`ma do what it takes, so I can survive
This is mad ass Danger from the Brownside