Street Life lyrics

[Intro: Val Young & Prince Ital Joe]
Don't let this street life get ya down
Don't let this street life run you around
Don't let this street life get ya down
Don't let this street life run you around

[Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg & Val Young]
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be like
Growin' up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be like
Growin' up in the street life

[Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
You can't tell me sh*t about them streets homie
I done seen it and done it, don' live the real from the phonies, out for the money
Homies maintain they composure, since kids we was only sellin' dope by the boulders
Now I'ma scold a motherf*cker for the chips, when I dip to trip on G.P., straight for D.P., flip the script
Came up quick and got some riders who got my back
Snoop Corleone, I'm always down to jack
I jack for instant [?], talkin' walk the walk
n*ggas who oppose automatically get stomped
Terrorizing the neighborhood n*ggas gainin', they grab me
[?] and Daz, mashin' for the set
Rest in peace to deceased homeboys who ain't alive
Street life took him over now he's forced to ride
Slippin' and slidin', bouncin' countin' my ends to be straight
Cause times is rough for these days n*ggas is crazy, but the fear is much greater, the innovator, dominator, soul creator, out for the papers!
[Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg & Val Young]
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
See ain't no tellin' what my life might C like
As a gangsta growin' up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a n*gga in the street life
See ain't no tellin' what my life might be like
As a n*gga growin' up in the street life

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Bustin' and bailin', thug, addicted to drug sellin ki's
Got me riskin', the street living, catching felonies
How many n*ggas wanna see me gone?
You playa haters is b*tches who hate to see a n*gga hold his own
Forever ballin', no never fallin'
Live my life as a thug n*gga, now can you hear the liquor callin'?
When we blaze n*ggas is blinded
My competition, minimal so I live so, criminal minded, n*gga
Can you hear me wave yo' pistols in the sky
Roll a fat-ass blunt and bump this sh*t, I bet it get you high
They wonder why I'm hard to kill, hard to let it go
How can I have fear, all my peers live on Death Row
Don Makaveli, 45, tucked next to my belly
Conversating with my n*gga Dogg, lyrics so deadly
Wanna come and get me, bring an army
An Outlaw thug motherf*cker, who can harm me, huh
Bomb these b*tches, leave the track smokin'
Cause real Bad Boy killers leave the gat smokin', ha ha
Open ya eyes and understand this, murda ain't fair these motherf*ckers doin' scandalous
n*ggas don't wanna see me hot with my Glock c*cked, drinkin on Henn', screamin' "f*ck the world, this is the end in the street life"
[Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg & Val Young]
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a n*gga in the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might C like
As a gangsta growin' up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
See ain't no tellin' what my life might be like
As a gangsta growin' up in the street life
Ain't no tellin' what we all might be like
In the land of the lost (Yea) in the street life
Ain't no tellin' what we all might be like
In the land of the lost of the street life

[Outro]