Sticky Fingaz - I Love Da Streets Lyrics

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(featuring Omar Epps)

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

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[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 lungs

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]

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