Genres: HIP HOP
Artists:   AKON, 2PAC

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Street Life (feat. 2Pac) Lyrics & Songs
[Intro]
Death Row, that’s where motherfuckers is endin’ up

[Verse 1]
Dear Momma, I’m caught up in this sickness
I robbed my adversaries but slipped and left a witness
Wonder if they’ll catch me or will this nigga snitch
Should I shoot his bitch or make the nigga rich
Don’t wanna commit murder but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while I’m walkin’ and talkin’ behind my back
I’m kind of schizophrenic; I’m in this shit to win it
Cause life’s a Wheel of Fortune, here’s my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin’ trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
Niggas gettin’ jealous, tryin’ to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now pull that dime out your ass
Peter picked a pepper but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin but swear I’m nothin nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these mics
I listened to his screams, until he went insane
I guess the little mice had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I’m sentenced to the pen
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a friend
It’s trouble on my mind, I’m with the old timers
And fuck five-O, blaow blaow, turn ’em into forty-niners

[Hook]
I barely got a diamond show
Hustlin’ all day on the grind for dough
Can’t go back no more
I’ve been down living for more growing up so
Street life is all I know

[Verse 2]
Dear mama, these cops don’t understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn’t hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I’m down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell, is 16 as well, it’s hard to adapt
When you’re black and you’re trapped in a livin Hell
I shouldn’ta let him catch me
Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate’s raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin’ torn
They made me an animal, can’t sleep
Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibals
And that’s how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row

[Hook]
I barely got a diamond show
Hustlin’ all day on the grind for dough
Can’t go back no more
I’ve been down living for more growing up so
Street life is all I know

[Verse 3]
Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today’s my final day, I’m countin every breath
I’m bitter cause I’m dyin, so much I haven’t seen
I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society that doesn’t give a shit
And they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher’s there for me
He’s a crook with a book, that mothafucka never cared for me
He’s only here to be sure
I don’t drop a dime to God ’bout the crimes he’s commitin on the poor
And how can these people judge me?
They ain’t my peers and in all these years, they ain’t never love me
I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
To keep a nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin mothafuckas
Steer clear of these Aryan mothafuckas
Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped, you’re better off gettin shot up
I’m convinced self-defense is the way
Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
I wish I woulda known while I was out there
Now I’m straight headin’ for the chair

[Hook]
I barely got a diamond show
Hustlin’ all day on the grind for dough
Can’t go back no more
I’ve been down living for more growing up so
Street life is all I know

[Outro]
16 on Death Row
It’s to all my partners in the penitentiaries

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