Представляем точный текст композиции "I Love Da Streets" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Sticky Fingaz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «I Love Da Streets» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Sticky Fingaz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Sticky Fingaz - "I Love Da Streets"
Lyrics to I Love Da Streets : (feat. Omar Epps) This might sound crazy but I love suffering, I love struggle, I love pain Cause what dont kill you make you stronger nigga And Im as strong as they come [Chorus] I love the streets Cause thats what made me me Without the streets baby I couldnt eat I love the streets And althought we was po Without struggle boy you cant grow I love the streets And even though we sold drugs And paid for it in blood I love the streets No matter what happend to me My hood or your hood, its all good I love the streets [Sticky Fingaz] Right now my life dont mean an awful lot If I died today who think the world gon stop' Theres a million niggaz just like me on the block Its either entertainment or sports or sellin that rock Think the judge gon take ya word over a cops' You be just another nigga that they stick in the box But we are the streets, what other choice we got' Then to go hard, give them niggaz all we got Fuck that, as long as I got breath in my lungs Im livin my life, waitin for my death to come If you made it out the hood then God blessed you son But if your fam there you aint out lesson one Gotta spread around nigga thats whats real to me Turn on the news, swear the shit be killin me Yall from the streets probly aint feelin me You could take me out the hood but its still in me [Chorus] [Omar Epps] Fools is fake, I come through with the ghoulish face Take small step, big moves I make I could put it to your face then choose your fate Everyday Thanksgivin, for me two plates Yeah we do grace, God bless it all From the mess hall to the boulervard with the dead dogs When we cough and spit, guns they speak The same language is the bullets, who talkin shit' Yo Pac if ya listenin they got the game twisted Talkin bout the hate you gave little infants Fuck everybody here today, place ya ways And ya fade away like the memory of Gotti Take it back to 90, last year highschool Didnt graduate though, still had to make dough Thats my word, word for word I understood it all Had big dreams though the hood is small [Chorus] [ I Love Da Streets Lyrics ]
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