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Where I'm from killers go dumb, usually is the outcome
Welcome to the jungle, where haunt you
The streets, they want you
I'm serious, no smile on this block, answers if you curious

times disappear quickly back into a mist
Shooter hardly ever miss, means I'm accurate
Crack the pitch man, pretty Ima have to switch
Scratchin' the itch paper cuts on my index

The riders shoot up blocks and screams who next
my nigga two text, he told two text
Done in beef before but in Houston they call it plex
Gotta know the protocol, I'm warnin' it gets deep

So deep, the guards'll put you to sleep
Rest eternally, no back, ya O.D., overdose
neighborhood got me comatose
Back against the wall, another statistic I

The streets always my daddy and mommy is the county jail
I'ma soldier and I'm about my
And if I get I'm not about to tell
'Cause I'm a

The streets always been my and mommy is the county jail
I'ma and I'm about my mail
I ain't tryin' to do right, I'm already livin' in
I'm a gangsta

The gas too high, the pay raise is too low
I'm better off in the flippin' kicks like Judo
Or out somewhere pimpin' money and by the two wholes
why I'm at the lab of the product, spittin' you flows

Feds' watchin' my hood, too much gun play
Neighborhood basketball stars slain Monday
Raided the neighborhood, pen last Tuesday
If this was goin' on in your neighborhood what would you

Given the opportunity to tell it to the
Lower middle class a carryin' bus passes
Young girls givin' birth before they hit the grade
'Bout to be a mom and can't even Kool Aid

Who made this crack anyway? Told us the heroin
Sold us alcohol and the guns we carry 'round
blame us for everything goin' wrong in the States
I don't blame a nigga for nothin' he do to get

The streets always my daddy and mommy is the county jail
soldier and I'm about my mail
And if I get busted I'm not about to
'Cause I'm a

The streets always been my daddy and mommy is the county
I'ma soldier and I'm about my
I tryin' to do right, I'm already livin' in pain
I'm a gangsta

It's like the got a heart and a soul, a mind of it's own
A hunger for a young cat to die he grown
A lust for a young girl to down a pole
She's fallin' short on her goals

The street life is cold, it's win or lose or you fold
Money is the to all evils what I was told
everything you thought you'd believed in was a hoax
You put your faith in front of those

And when the smoke clears, the appear
The fight for your life, the struggles of a wrong right
And wrong won, a sung in the keys of reality
death crosses your path, blood shed tragically

So automatically you come to a and realize
That no matter we key to the codes
I seen the hood swallow whole
The shit amountin' in the system ain't make it home, that I know

The streets always my daddy and mommy is the county jail
soldier and I'm about my mail
And if I get busted I'm not to tell
'Cause I'm a

The streets been my daddy and mommy is the county jail
I'ma soldier and I'm my mail
I ain't to do right, I'm already livin' in pain
I'm a gangsta