City Streets
[Z-Ro talking:]
King of the Ghetto. Z-Ro the Crooked, that's me.
King of the Ghetto Entertainment, Rap-A-Lot.
Dean's List. You know what I'm sayin'? That's what I ride to.
When I'm rollin' through these muh'fuckin' City Streets.
Corner to corner, block to block.
Witnessin' nothin' but bullshit, first hand.
Niggas killin' niggas. You know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody killin' niggas. You know what I'm sayin'?
But we the main muh'fuckers killin' us.
Trippin' out here for these god damn streets.
To look good in these streets
To have things in these muthafuckin' streets, man fuck these streets.
[Z-Ro:]
Damn these City Streets are deadly to a brother
'Cause they're full of crooked cops & killers & undercovers
Everyday it's the same thing, another fatal shootin'
Somebody Daddy done died, so they mama prostitutin'
Just to make ends meet & get the bills paid
Wonder why we bleed the corner dry until the laws raid
Tryin' to make a dollar out of nickel & a dime
KFC & McDonald's don't wanna hire me because my teeth shine
In constant danger, keep one in the chamber
'Cause I could become a victim of some starvin' stranger
Thinkin' he can go through my pockets & come up with some bread
When he found out I'm broke, he still gon' leave a nigga for dead
So I hustle to breathe freely & see another day
For the sake of my unborn babies, I keep a K
Tryin' to make sure the McVey name, repeat & repeat
Before somebody knock me off my feet, damn these City Streets.
[Hook:] [x2]
Damn these City Streets are hard to live in
80% of my partners are dead, the rest in prison
All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision
I never forget to mention, god damn these City Streets.
[Z-Ro:]
Damn, these City Streets will eat you alive
It's beginnin' to be a full time job, just to survive
Tell me why I get pulled over when I'm standin' still.
Why my homies wanna rob me for my big face bills?
It ain't no love in our lifestyle, it's all about greed
Can't trust nobody 'cause everybody got a trick up they sleeve
I believe in strugglin' 'cause that's all I've ever seen
Besides the county jail & the light of an infrared beam
I use to keep a pistol by my side
But it don't matter if I'm strapped, I'm still gonna die
Whether I'm evil or good, in the suburbs or the hood death is comin'
Better be like Forest Gump & just keep on runnin'
'Cause he'll be comin' like a thief in the night
Might be in the form of a jacker tryin' to get you at the light
Houston Texas is restless, better keep your heat under your seat
'Fore somebody have your brains up under your feet, damn these City Streets.
[Hook:] [x2]
Damn these City Streets are hard to live in
80% of my partners are dead, the rest in prison
All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision
I never forget to mention, god damn these City Streets.
[Z-Ro:]
I'm 27, but I'm feelin' 71
I pray so much, I feel like I'm kin to the heavenly son
I dodge bullets on the daily if I don't duck I'm stuck
Then I'll be another murder case in back of that black truck
Damn these City Streets are full of yellow tape
I wish I could move around, but I feel I can't escape
Tell me where to go, tell me where to run to get away from drama
Seems like everywhere I go, they wanna put me with my mama.
Does equality follow me? Ain't nothin' shakin'
Justice & liberty for niggas is a house that's vacant
Therefore I'm stranded, where crimes are committed to bread
Forced to watch my people fall off track like a bad wig
I dropped alot of records, but I'm still broke
Can't afford to stay in the 4 Seasons, but there's still hope
Lucifer is powerful, he ain't got no mercy on the weak
He got us sufferin' for nothin'.
Muthafuck these City Streets!
Livin' in the city. Livin' in the city. [x2]
[Hook:] [x2]
Damn these City Streets are hard to live in
80% of my partners are dead, the rest in prison
All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision
I never forget to mention, god damn these City Streets.
Livin' in the city. Livin' in the city. [x2]
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