Dap (repeat 2X) 'cause this street life we live and were born to live clever She taught us how to survive and never say never The outcome of the street life
Vertaling: De Group Home. Street Life.
x2: Lil Dap] Cuz this street life we live and were born to live clever She taught us how to survive and never say never The outcome of the street life
million dollars in Diamonds for your excitement, every other day there is a T.I sighting, I pass by flying higher than gas prices, im the nicest, my life is like uncle lou?., group
street, the place was closed, it was pouring rain, I had a feeling I'd go there again, The taxi driver thought I was insane, Brown girl from the Bronx showed me her home
you got to touch that We made something from nothing and vowed to never tear it apart We turned the street hustle into an art That would quickly change life
up outta Ridgemont smelling like fish in my pocket Then back to the southside walking home from Watkins I stopped to see the homies off of Huckala street
, that's the only thing that's black Scooter When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups
like this, if this should happen She'll be out and we'll be the ones sharing the napkin Silly dilly me, didn't follow the instructions Don't bring nothing home
shield a field full of confused hate Soldiers fight because they're loyal, while tempers boil On u.s. soil, they're screamin no blood for oil Groups of
wouldn't believe 'em if they told you So many songs, so many times The world had to hear so many rhymes About how life is for strugglers Minority groups
blowin' fuckin' group that ever lived in rap Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth Yo, tell 'em how your life is son How your life is yo? My life
Rover outta here? No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain't goin' out After livin' on the streets alone Some years went by, I signed myself into a group home
You get home and you thinking it was fresh And a cop meet you there with a warrant for your arrest Them ask, "Who shot the gun while you walking down the street
't come home, shit 'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot 'Cause the streets is a short stop
They're called Bui-Doi The dust of life Concieved in hell And born in strife We owe them fathers, and a family - And loving home they never knew Because
gat That'll make any nigga become a meal for the fuckin' rats There won't be nothin' left of money but a soup bone Big motherfuckin' DMX from the group home
a million dollars in diamonds for your excitement Everyother day theres a T.I. sightin I pass by flyer higher then gass prices Im the nicest My life is like a Uncle Luke interlude Group
