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lirik lagu just like us – sticky fingaz

(featuring geneveese & x-1)

this is as close you gon’ get to the streets without gettin shot

[chorus]
in the streets
c-ck guns and bust yo’ heat
in the streets
where we live and die for beef
in the streets
hos’ll set you up, get blood on your sheets
in the streets
by any means we gon’ eat
in the streets
sellin drugs you might blow up
in the streets
they got hos to set you up
in the streets
even police is corrupt

in the streets
there’s a million n-gg-z just like us

[sticky fingaz]

i swear i ain’t been the same since they had to bury my pops

i’m uncivilized like i was raised in a box
i’m told get your sister raped n-gg- makin you watch
f-ck the cops, f-ck the world, i’m above the law
they can’t catch me, what you think the gloves is for?

got your ear to the street, you ain’t hearin me
motherf-cker, the streets got they ear to me
speak my name, better think careful duke
like when clingin on to life who gon’ be there for you?
get blood on they seats, drive you to the hospital

i got an image to protect and records to sell
n-body! cause you goin to h-ll
besides a one sided story is easy to tell
my poster on the wall only way you see me in jail
sticky fingaz n-gg-, the legend, the myth
n-gg-z get shot everytime i shoot the gift

[chorus]

[x-1]

i banged out in dorms and tore mouths off

while yall run to cops as soon as it pops off
i can’t respect lames when i’m knowin you soft
that’s why i feel the pain for my thugs up north
no regrets in this world, not one care
no respect for this world without no peers
they did me wrong for years, i’m finally gettin back
never sheaded a tear seein n-gg-z on they back
lord knows it hurts to put his people in the dirt
bullet holes in shirts and chumps buried in skirts
prayin to god is hard, these streets don’t play

but you gotta keep up your guard and hope the pain go away
i’m from where they shoot street lights out
and you gotta yell to talk over p-ssin trains
and watch who you f-ck with when p-ssin ‘cain
cause them same fists’ll get your wrists trapped in chains, n-gg-

[chorus]

[geneveese]
my killers move triggers and set firearms off
smoke the type of blunts that set fire alarms off
one shot’ll blow your face, chest and your arms off
murderin guiliani for all the pain that he’s causin
launderin dirty laundry through banks of corporate?
sh-t doctors can only calm me til the drugs wear off
one pump of the sawed-off and your squad’ll be hauled off
dropped her off in the car lock, locked in the trunk of the car
sh-t’s official, we spittin through government issue
40 automatic pistols rippin through brain tissue
stuffin c-ke up wit your b-tch i’ll p-ss through
and a black on black lambo, puffin on a line of crystal!
under our politics, codes of the street

never negotiate with killers with intentions of breach
only -ssociate with villains if you willin to bleed
cause leakin’ll get your mother hogtied and brutally beat

[chorus]

- sticky fingaz

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