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letra de in love with the streets - black soprano family

[intro]
i dedicate this to the bloods
jones, what up, n-gga
b-s-f
dj drama!

[chorus]
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 n-ggas 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

[verse 1]
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 (d-mn!)
gotta clear the scene, that [?]
in real life, this ain’t no d-mn dream
the black sopranos is the model, do the d-mn 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 f-ck 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 [?]
[chorus]
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 n-ggas 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

[verse 2]
i used to love it when n-ggas 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, n-gga 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 n-ggas’ wilding
sixteen, cases was violent but stayed silent
luminas and six-thousands if there’s a problem
young n-gga, 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 cr-p
when i’m on stage, that sh-t feel like my home now
[chorus]
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 n-ggas 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

- black soprano family

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