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(feat. Why) [Intro: Streetlife] Yeah, come on, come on, yeah I'm a natural born hustler, and it's on nigga [Streetlife] I'm a natural born hustler, I was raised in the slums I was taught by these streets, how to double my ones I stash crack rocks in my mouth til my tongue got numb And I stood on the ave, until the package was done A slim chubby fella, always walked with a gun I got two bad knees, I don't plan to run I know you can't stand me, since I won a Grammy And I'm still in your hood, sippin' black berry plenty I'm an uptown, sneaker rockin', Shaolin New York Yankee I'm an O.G., I still give haters eye-jammies All I ever wanted, was an cell five hundred Be a ghetto celeb, and do my album blunted [Chorus: Why (Streetlife)] We love these streets, hung these streets Never gonna put nothing, above these streets Reach out and touch something, when the slugs meet Preach to the streets (teach the youth how to eat) Letras de canciones[Streetlife] I'm a natural born gangsta, I keep my hat on the lean I keep the gun tucked, even when the cops on the scene These mean streets become, graveyards for frauds A big boy status, triple extra large Certified Street, check my identification Frontin' at my Clan at the door? That's a major violation You can find me in your grimiest ghetto location Caught up, brought up, in all sorts of street situations Listen and learn, maggot, or sleep with the worms I'm a bad sperm, every time I cum, it burn We hold trials on these streets, court's adjurned I send heatwaves, that blow out your perm [Chorus] [Outro: Why] Yeah, hah, with the Why, nigga! Know it's fly, nigga! My verbal twin, and it's yours Streetlife! S.I. 7 We in here, nigga, Tical Yeah, it's on, Loose Linx To the death, goin' out that way From Letras Mania