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letra de street made - dj muggs

[intro: freddie gibbs]
yeah
jheeze
yeah-yeah

[verse 1: scarface & freddie gibbs]
i’m what the streets made, street raised
representing for the homies on lock, six-feet grave
and these days it’s a must you stay solid
the rules you should follow is eat or you get swallowed, homie
now stand up, put your motherf-cking hands up
this ain’t no jack move, n-gga, pull your pants up
and man up, you out here looking like a dancer
jo jo, shooting at children, and that’s a no-no
you up the .4-4, you better be ready for what’s behind it
these n-ggas ain’t playing, they come to find him
now that the streetlights blind him
staring at his eyes wide shut
thе way they did it was f-cked up
but that’s how it goes
onе minute you ten toes and the next
you hear a pop and you bleeding and out cold
these youngsters amongst us
thinking they ’bout to punk us
and don’t realize that we the ones that got sh-t crunk up
if you a father then you raise your son
if you a momma, pray those days don’t come
death is permanent, ain’t no coming back from that
you ain’t the only one walking around strapped, in fact
they got guns everywhere you look
a potential k!ller lurks in every hand you shook
yo, we did it for dope and the dollar signs
you did it for likes all on your lies, surprise (uh, yeah)
[verse 2: freddie gibbs]
i’m what the streets made, street raised
mobbing through la, f-cking with bs and them cs
stuck in the d game
i got different flavors of dope like n-ggas got weed strains
wait ’til the rigor mortis set in, that n-gga freeze frame
my blow came on a tugboat, [?] got ’em comatose
gotta watch it these days, they can trace it back when a n-gga overdose
took his ass on a tour, when it came to rap he was just a local ho
sp-ce rappin’, n-gga, worldwide, shows sold out on both coasts
n-gga, cold that sh-t, we jack these rappers while they all shoppin’
n-gga, let me hold that sh-t
maybe if your jewelry wasn’t so blurry, n-gga coulda sold that sh-t
n-gga came eight deep and they still couldn’t k!ll me, that was some ho ass sh-t
let it force my hand, i done made my plan, n-gga, ready for the blowback, b-tch
gremlin like kodak, b-tch
had to bust that pipe then i swipe that barrel out then i sold that sh-t
i d-ck her down, she got potential, then i might mold that b-tch
and i better not ever get prosecuted for nothing i told that b-tch, n-gga

[outro: freddie gibbs]
yeah
yeah-yeah
yeah-yeah
jheeze
sh-t

- dj muggs

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