grind and front line they got called by po nine And now they prisoners of war They fight for appeal or a bill or a ball Cause they slipped and got nailed
Gold Chains, Some Extra Change, And Tha Street Fame [2pac: Talking] I Owe Them Everything. That's Why I Owe Everything To The 'hood. I've Got Love There. I've Got
up, lay down or swallow? What will it be? (verse 2: Deeyah): thug life, street life - both sides of the world not a bit of glamour ? No one listens to the words survival
: 2X] Sunshine ? we hustle to the moon light Reminisce on a good time Cop come on boget Yo when times get trifle I'm subjected to street survival See
time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin') Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind AZ: Yo when times get trifle I'm subjected to street survival
I know) Face your depression homey (face it) It ain't a question homey (it ain't one) We can fight and survive the odds fo sho! [Verse 2: Jim Gittum]
Chorus] Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga [Young
I'm playin' a strong man Everybody got a point to prove you might as well start today Rather than puttin' it off tomorrow You're lettin' it slip away Lil' Lay
I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate it Takin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded I'm a young nigga..
leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [x2] [Verse 1:] Here's a story about a youngin' that started
, but the system is shady Word man they always man, they always tryin to keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you
the steet [Verse 2:] Lost souls with nowhere to go, money mislead her dose But slick game is what mislead the hoes I know I'm young but I got deeper
them Now we all on our grizzly And you got the nerve to press Frisbees What it is "What it is" [Verse 2:] If I'm not home on the range Catch me at
i feel blue lights solid gone savour i got fun, feelings good and bad memories times moved on but i got the same enemies goin all out to a snitch ad 2
live once that's how its cut, So where the weed Young Bleed lets get tore up! [Verse 1: Young Bleed] The ghetto got me givin up no love, tod ya this
better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhh....) [Verse Three: 2Pac] I shoulda saw tha signs I was blinded criminal minds of a young
Girls singing chorus x2] Out there, (out there, out there) In the street you know, (in the street you know) I'm strugglin', (strugglin') Trying to survive