really about Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life
boy grow Chorus: Street life no more I'm throwing in the towel Street life no more I gotta son now Street life no more I gotta make it out Street life
Too many features in songs, tell me why I ain't got no home Penitentiary grown, cause I roam with a pocket full of stones I wanna live my life, but my life
sub in the front just plain Z-Ro, not a substitute cause I ain't gone go Nowhere life is hard but it's fair, living my life like I don't care Look at
me a fortune life bash [Hook] If you living shife, don't fuck with 3rd Coast These niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast, these niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast You could lose your life
Mafia me and my family Jail, hell or paradise, am I my brother's keeper Forever twice, what's none of the dark will Come to the street life, zero tolerance
be synonymous with spittin game Slangin' 'caine, it ain't the same Niggas betta change Them 3 strikes will have ya stretched fo life Get arrested twice The third time fo life
I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a Thug Poet And when I lay it down, it makes me a Thug Poet [Broady Boy] Thank the dudes for the gangs and tanks
Now as I walk down the street I need a job just to sleep in sheets Buying food every once in a while But not enough to purchase a smile A tank
and see As school life is a, it is a woken dream Aren't you feeling alone I guess it's just another (X3) Night alone Now as I walk down the street I
Now as I walk down the street I need a job just to sleep in sheets Buying food every once in a while But not enough to purchase a smile A tank of
that feel-good music Chill or act a fool with it Real thug n-ggas with real-life drama is just like watchin' a movie Soundtrack of my life Right how they
It's better bein' Jaleel Though I rock lean snap It's better bein' this real It's better drivin' a car with the letter B in the wheel Seat back Light sayin' tank
steal no money to Carlito Mama always said don't gamble I'm trapped in casino No more money in my bags Nightmares, getting closer I slept on Elm Street
in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of young being Run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process There will be no slow motion or still life
