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I dedicate this to the Bloods Jones, what up, nigga B-S-F Dj Drama! I fell in love with the streets Mike and Mary jeans and Timberland cleats Forty with the stick and worry about beef I fell in love with the streets Once it's war, ain't no truce, ain't no peace Ain't got no kids, find his nephew and niece I fell in love with the streets Where real niggas don't forget about their peace Whether they been or their resting in peace I fell in love with the streets Crips, the Bloods, [?]'s the kings From the North, South, West to the East I fell in love with the streets I'm a rare breed not the type that you hand feed Shots from the forty caliber make them stampede My hand squeeze (Prrr!) First thing you see is head bleed (Damn!) Gotta clear the scene, that [?] In real life, this ain't no damn dream The Black Sopranos is the model, do the damn thing Letras de cancionesBig [?] forty-five make my pants lean In a seven-forty-five selling [?] I've been on the stoop in Timberland boots Front line with my rifle like a militant troop They tell me "Chill!" but fuck that, I'm ready to shoot I was young Biggie Smalls made em give me the loot Cousin Cripping, uncle a Blood, then G showed me love Know a couple Latin kings that'll fill you with some slugs We was young pushing drugs Get locked, take locks I come from a different cloth, nothing like the [?] I fell in love with the streets Mike and Mary jeans and Timberland cleats Forty with the stick and worry about beef I fell in love with the streets Once it's war, ain't no truce, ain't no peace Ain't got no kids, find his nephew and niece I fell in love with the streets Where real niggas don't forget about their peace Whether they been or their resting in peace I fell in love with the streets Crips, the Bloods, [?]'s the kings From the North, South, West to the East I fell in love with the streets I used to love it when niggas shot dice and sipped liquor Probably hurt my mom so I hurt his lil' sister Left me with my granny, had me listening to The Whispers Grills on my cheek, where my aunty used to kiss us Now I'm getting older, nigga pistols in my stroller Mama's kitchen taken over by my uncle, coke and soda This is Eazy-E, N-W-A before the hover Dookie ropes, caddies and subs before the rovers Fast forward to 2000s, my niggas' wilding Sixteen, cases was violent but stayed silent Luminas and six-thousands if there's a problem Young nigga, leading the war, I call him [?] It's John Z, the call me grown now I be in three indictments, don't use the phone now I left the trap for the rap, I crab the mic not the crap When I'm on stage, that shit feel like my home now I fell in love with the streets Mike and Mary jeans and Timberland cleats Forty with the stick and worry about beef I fell in love with the streets Once it's war, ain't no truce, ain't no peace Ain't got no kids, find his nephew and niece I fell in love with the streets Where real niggas don't forget about their peace Whether they been or their resting in peace I fell in love with the streets Crips, the Bloods, [?]'s the kings From the North, South, West to the East I fell in love with the streets From Letras Mania