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letra de in these streets - diddy bop

[verse 1]
god forgive me for the sh-t i’m about to do
all the women i’m l-stin’ and all the n-ggas i’m gon’ shoot
all the n-ggas that got shot, all the fiends that they copped
i should be prayin’ fo’ forgiveness but i’m praying for a block
a ke worker changed my life when i know i should change my life
i should go and get a job, have some kids and have a wife
but i’m screaming “thug life”
they say you ain’t learnt yo lesson
i got shot three different times and still livin’ that’s a blessin’
and i’m only 19 and i just seen some wild things
watch him take his last breath and his last words “can’t breath”
i know that’s some hot sh-t but i ain’t say i pop sh-t
give my lyrics to the jits, why y’all on that cop sh-t? (why?)
either you dead or a convicted felon
heaven to h-ll n-gga there ain’t no tellin’
.308 lead no chase
murder turned to cold case
gotta walk in with these 9s to get the picture i’m paid
(our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.)

[chorus]
in these streets, play yo position and don’t sleep
i swear you dead if they catch you arms reach
in these streets, you gotta realize when there’s real beef and if it’s beef then we outside where you sleep
in these streets, hearts cold, bustin’ clips, go reload, them guns gon’ explode and let em’ go
in these streets, play yo position and don’t sleep
in these streets, play yo position and don’t sleep
[verse 2]
last thing he heard was bow bow bow bow n-gga
oh you in the field? well get knocked out of bounds n-gga
pull em’ aside and do them like kyrie, what’s poppin’ kermie
god bless ya soul we gon’ send a motherfo’ for a long journey
n-ggas walkin’ round with they eyes shut, n-ggas minds up
choppa sh-t tearin’ yo spine up, now it’s times up
now i’m rollin’ with them k!llas since a young gun
i never met a n-gga in the world that i had to run from
and when it’s k!llin’ season it’s two n-ggas i’m gon’ run with
i’m in a bad mood don’t get murked over some dumb sh-t
a n-gga died with his eyes open he deserve it
god forgive me for all my sins no i ain’t perfect (lord forgive me)
i’m only human don’t punish me for the sh-t i’m doin’
wire taps, informants for all the sh-t i’m movin’
they throw it all out to make em’ all happy
throw me behind cages and throw a ball at me
but if i leave the game will the fans love me?
everybody rattin’ now, sh-ts gettin’ ugly
think bout movin’ state to state
too many moves a n-gga wanna make
rip bro he in a better place
in these streets there ain’t no way
(give us this day our daily bread. and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.)

[outro]
in these streets, play yo position and don’t sleep
i swear you dead if they catch you arms reach
in these streets, you gotta realize when there’s real beef and if it’s beef then we outside where you sleep
in these streets, hearts cold, bustin’ clips, go reload, them guns gon’ explode and let em’ go
in these streets, play yo position and don’t sleep
in these streets, play yo position and don’t sleep

- diddy bop

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