The Streets

The hoes The projects Always think you flyy, Yet ya mother struggles Father has two jobs Don’t have enough money And you still get robbed Walk thru the hood Niggaz always stare Look left, Look right Cops always there Run up in peoplez house Don’t even have a reason Just want to run about The street girls The hood niggaz The sirens The fights Crack heads and drug dealers Parties all night Remember those days You know you miss that Always wonder why You would want to go back Go back to the life Of sex and crime Baby mother struggles Baby father hustle Boys running around all crazy Girls running the streets Having madd babies Mind ain’t set to go to skool Damn that’s shame ‘Cause you think that’s cool Low grades High standards Bandanas hangin’ Always flaggin’ Niggaz is stackin’ Niggaz is packin’ Clothes cut low Body’s all shown Struttin down the streets You know she hoe’ in Girls on the corner Boys on the corner Realize that’s how it is Even if it ain’t how they was brought up The hoes The projects Wonder who gon’ die next? The struggle! The streets!