In Love With The Streets Lyrics

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
Big [?] 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