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    Текст песни Soulja Slim - Street Life

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    featuring Master P Silkk

    [Silkk Talking]
    Silkk Slim P
    It's like we out the game
    (What's up Soulja Slim?)
    Keep from callin' us
    It's like we're never gonna be
    (Master P in there boy)

    Chorus:
    Street life is the only life we know
    (That's all I know) (Huh nigga what?)
    Street life gotta hustle for our dough
    (I'm just tryin' to get it 'fore I go) (Huh nigga what?)
    Street life is the only life we know
    (That's all I know) (Huh, nigga, what?)
    Street life, gotta get mine 'fore I go
    (I'm just tryin' to get it 'fore I go) (Huh, nigga, what?)

    [Soulja Slim]
    Always live the street life,
    Never knew how to treat life
    Knew once I get my shit right, it was gonna be right
    I see life, and I'm livin' up to my dreams
    It was a hard struggle
    But that was only just for a nigga to bubble
    Some of my people made it, and some of my people didn't
    But I'm gonna ball for y'all, big baby
    And ball actin' crazy
    And watch my back, for the shady nigga tryin' to do me somethin'
    I'm ballin' cause my rhyme done threw me something
    Hard labor, and hard times
    After hard rhymes
    Glad I ain't got the glock no more
    Takin' what's yours and call it mine
    I called my moms' today,
    She asked me did I pray?
    I told her, I got to, cause the streets I'm roamin' on is one way

    Chorus

    [Silkk]
    See the street life be shady
    I wonder, if my parents knew before they made me?
    That shit's crazy
    Will I survive this shit?
    Maybe
    But see, I've been strugglin' and hustlin'
    Ever since my, grandmother was a baby
    You think I'd be sayin' to myself
    How many more days you leave jail?
    When I can be on the street with my peep nigga
    Countin' some mill
    Hypnotized by fast thangs, fast cars and fast bitches
    I'm tryin' to have fast things, can you dig it?
    (What's up?)
    Hopin' outta 4 doors
    (What you mean?)
    Sittin' low in low-low's
    Never fuck with, no I don't know hoes
    For sho' hoes
    Come from the South and no doubt I wear jibo's and polo's
    Everything I ride is chrome and mo-mo's
    Cant' trust a few, cause that's a no no
    You gotta watch your back, cause niggaz will jack
    That's why I stay strapped with 4-4's
    See, I'm tryin' to have enough money to turn every project into a condo
    Every nigga I don't like, to wino's
    and every girl that alright, to fine hoes
    And my next contract
    Negotiate for 89 O's
    Now see, the street life be hard, but I still drop the top
    And niggaz be lookin' at me all mad, so I cock the glock
    Street Life

    Chorus

    [Master P]
    Uh!
    These eyes, they see killas and fiends,
    From the Calliope To Magnol, to the, meant for me
    Nigga, times done changed
    I mean its crazy
    Dear mama, won't you pray for your baby?
    I'm tired of bein' broke
    So I'ma keep mines out here with this weed and coke
    Young nigga, rollin' with the ballers
    Live my life for the day, cause there ain't nothin' promised for tommorow
    But, I'ma ball till I fall
    And represent No Limit till they put my name on the wall
    To my niggaz in the penn, stay strong
    And real niggaz, Uh!!
    Ride till we make it home
    [Talking]
    Niggaz ride till they make it home nigga
    Street Life nigga
    Real street niggaz
    Street Life
    Mothafuckin' street life
    Got us caught up
    Soulja Slim
    Only life we know
    Silkk The Shocker
    Ya heard me?
    Master P
    This for all the real niggaz out there
    From the North to the South, to the East, to the West
    Calliope, Magnolia
    To the mothafuckin' world nigga
    To the world
    Real niggaz unite
    Huh, nigga, what?
    Ain't no mothafuckin' playa hatin'
    We all about the mothafuckin' green nigga
    Paper chasin'
    All that fake shit
    We gon' ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
    Ha-Ha
    Whats up Big Bob?
    Big Swole
    Jimmy, huh
    Dj Daryl
    Beats By The Pound nigga
    'Maine
    Big Mo
    All my mothafuckin' No Limit Soldiers
    Y'all don't hear me nigga, whats happenin'?
    For Life
    C-Murder
    Cut the mothafuckin' lights out nigga
    Ya heard me?
    Shhhh
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