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Man, these streets keep on calling me Will I ever make it out of here? I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know Check it Man, it's something 'bout that rush that you get When you cut up a brick When you riding by the narks right after busting a lick When you put that V in park and shorty sucking your dick And you do that shit so much that you fucking forget It's the way they respect you, it's the way that they fear you No one second guess you, when you talking they hear you It's something 'bout that rubber band 'bout to pop And dimes trying to hold your fucking hand walking out the spot Every day's a pay day, you never try to make way Feeling like JJ, dynamite in your hay day They kick it like Pelé around the stair like way day Wake up and say hey, spontaneous vaycay They mad like boring, you try to find Advil It's that type of morning, you spent last night balling God spoke to me, I know that rap's my calling But even with these Dre's loud I hear that fast life calling Letras de cancionesMan, these streets keep on calling me Will I ever make it out of here? I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know Dog, the streets used to have my number back when I had the 15 inch screen Middle gun, sold it, a Hummer Back when I thought it will be my last summer Staring at the burner eyes wider than a plunger Where on sight they would expunge you Had I stayed up wouldn't have lasted long Taught me everything, at my high school they didn't have classes on Older niggas passed it on It's a gap in our generation, these young dudes are saints We used to ask who is snitching but nowadays who ain't? Had to keep the 4 pound, every block had it's own pound If a showdown where to go down They'll turn this shit into a ghost town Lost so many niggas we could be going fast Honestly I don't think a morning passed, I wasn't mourning who had passed And after that life expectancy we don't expect to see It's a bunch of niggas breathing right now that's after me And I'm one of the few that made it out the hood successfully I lose all my celebrity, all my roogers left with me Man, these streets keep on calling me Will I ever make it out of here? I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know Every now and then you gotta demonstrate Bust a nigga head for old time's sake Look at what those signs say, welcome to the D The city that sitting inside a mitten You know the crime state Where Jimmy Hoffa's body's locked away in a safe At a time in a place where not even time's safe I wear a hoodie to war, they talking about me now I wonder would he mature? He supposed to be looking for me now Claim I'm hiding from you now Until you find me with my foot in your door The street said I made a sex tape No, the fuck I didn't If I did then MTV would've nominated me for a Woody Award That's off the topic, though Niggas walked in my house and went shopping in my closet, dog, I'm not the store With everything I do niggas still shit on me See Boogie Brown told me get over it, niggas just ain't like you So I'mma take good advice and move on from you, niggas Try to move on, I'mma take your life Man, these streets keep on calling me Will I ever make it out of here? I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know From Letras Mania