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    "Street Life" Lyrics

    Screwball feat. Hostyle

    track 15
    Loyalty [2001]
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    Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
    So much to say, so little time
    For the hood that I pray
    Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow

    Wash my hands in some in-scent smoke
    Pull a leaf off a tree
    Flip it over nothing innocent though
    City split it over to me
    Hennessey spilling over tenements of QB
    It's real or more a day
    Plenty of ways to die
    Plenty of ways to survive
    Plenty of ways gettin' high
    Straight sip the innocent kind
    And the rest unjustified with an alibi, normal racquets
    Undercovers with heat in their slumber jackets
    Government badges and colored stripe brackets
    G's sittin' pretty like cash and [???]
    Witty thugs play out; I obey the writer Ala
    Swaying in and out, above and beyond
    The humidity, really got me jittery
    Cold like a barrel of ice
    Dark shadows of life
    I put my head on a pillow, di-do-do-ditto
    What son say, you still know
    I catch a chill flowing through my temple
    It's real simple
    Good faith, common sense, six-triple in the mix
    Dippin' through quick aiming to get you; it's the click!

    For the thuns, each one to each one son
    Street life is all I know
    Ways to move I pay dues; I'm talking to all of you
    Warfare is when you go
    For the cash 'cuz I reach for them... reach for them
    Street life is all I know
    Full bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories
    Warfare is when you go

    Yo..It's Hostyle ¿que pasa?
    No masa; tu eres no problema
    ¿Cliente hah?
    Drama with dada is dangerous
    Bang with anguish; Flame with a touch
    Deranged ain't enough
    Gunpowder laying on my cuff
    Call my bluff
    The streets don't stop; it's like a marry-go-round
    The beats don't stop; multiply various rounds
    Of hard knock, bar locked gates
    These are the brakes
    Family ties without a trace
    Old G's...??? With sheets of casper toke
    Premeditated plans later dated
    Haters waited with iron plated heat
    Designed, made miraculously dated in deep memory
    So...keep countin' dollars
    Keep mine moving scholars of rap
    With a lot of gats; holla' back!


    You'll win by all means
    Struggle for the cream
    Hustle by ways of being
    Don't let prophecy end
    Don't let the Po-Po knock me again
    Don't let the 'nine' cock freely in sin
    Missiles through your flesh tissue... military issue
    Guess you understand the risk you take
    Dissed you on your forehead snake
    More dead weight
    Pitch fork love; It's for coke thugs
    Bitches huffin' & puffin'; huffin' & puffin' about nothin'
    Watch you say I hold against you in the court of law
    Gun firing; wall to wall
    [???] closed from burn holes
    Fires turned on my stone... Fuck That!
    'Cuz I gotta eat; pockets so swolled
    From reasons of livin'
    The breath I'm givin'
    All the checks I'm scribblin'; it's real baby!

    This song was submitted on April 12th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/atv Music Publishing Llc.
    Written by Percy Chapman, Rob Taylor.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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