Streets lyrics

[Intro: Compton Menace]
sh*t, n*gga first started this sh*t
It's cus i liked to do it and i ain't tryna change it into
Some whole other technical sh*t, yuh feel me?

[Hook: Kev Blaze]
These streets are made of thugs
I don't wanna pop a n*gga,I don't wanna catch a slug
When I travel the world, all I see
More n*ggas who think like me
n*ggas wanna change, but hating ass n*ggas tryna keep me in the game
I wanna put the gun down, n*gga I can't
I gotta watch my back, I don't really wanna live like that

[Verse 1: Compton Menace]
Look, I got em squinting with them city faces
Take over the game and did it with the basics
And sh*t my reputation speaks for itself
Get it on my own cus i don't need another n*gga help
It's me against the world, that's how a n*gga felt
I said eventually a heart caught it in the stealth
Obama, Osama with the Llama
n*gga hustle up dimes and makes sippin' on liquors
From counting off enemies, with the Glock sh*t
And i can't go today cus they need me on the block b*tch
Lately a n*gga been on some pot sh*t
Feeling like the cable, been riding that c*ckpit

[Hook]
These streets are made of thugs
I don't wanna pop a n*gga,I don't wanna catch a slug
When I travel the world, all I see
More n*ggas who think like me
n*ggas wanna change, but hating ass n*ggas tryna keep me in the game
I wanna put the gun down, n*gga I can't
I gotta watch my back, I don't really wanna live like that

[Verse 2: Compton Menace]
Look, life lessons outta' adolesence
Since Brooklyn died I can't seek out an adder blessing
Life teacher, lotta lessons but nobody listen
Why n*ggas wanna ball without a [?] p*ssin'
That's why we spend half our life in the penitentiary
Cus everything come fast even the benjamins
You know I gotta get it so don't make me out the killer man
Smokin' on that killer man, hoppin' out that caravan
You, I don't care for, my little badass son he eat meat now
That's who I do it for, that's who I'm real to n*gga
With the same man b*tchin' for him, like i kill two n*ggas
[Hook]
These streets are made of thugs
I don't wanna pop a n*gga, I don't wanna catch a slug
When I travel the world, all I see
More n*ggas who think like me
n*ggas wanna change, but hating ass n*ggas tryna keep me in the game
I wanna put the gun down, n*gga I can't
I gotta watch my back, I don't really wanna live like that

[Verse 3: Mistah FAB]
I was raised in the bottom of the crates man, scrapes on my plate
I was hungry as a hostage, been a date since I ate
Man my momma on dope, and my daddy shooting boy up
Thirteen hours grown man I wasn't on that boy stuff
Trapping cos i had to, at the world I was mad dude
Daddy died from AIDs, f*cked me up I'm goin' bad fool
Was a good child, but my heart turned cold
Promethazine on that blunt, make the blunt burn slow
Mentally challenged, stressed out, pressures of the world
Baby on the way found out I'm havin' me a girl
Stressin', prayin' and I'm hopin', It's hard growing up in Oakland

[Hook x2]
These streets are made of thugs
I don't wanna pop a n*gga,I don't wanna catch a slug
When I travel the world, all I see
More n*ggas who think like me
n*ggas wanna change, but hating ass n*ggas tryna keep me in the game
I wanna put the gun down, n*gga I can't
I gotta watch my back, I don't really wanna live like that