The Streetz R Deathrow" Growing up as an inner city brotha Where every other had a pops and a motha I was the product of a heated lover. Nobody knew how deep it screwed me And since my pops never knew me My family didn't know what to do with me. Was I somebody they despised? Curious look in they eyes As if they wonder if I'm dead or alive And poor momma can't control me "Quit tryin' to save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies!" A ticken timebomb, can't nobody fade me Packin' a 380 and fiendin' for Mercedes Suckers scatter but it don't matter I'm a cool shot Punks drop from all the buckshots the fools got I'm tired of being a nice guy I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why So they label me a lunatic Could care less death or success Is what I quest 'cause I'm fearless Now the streets are deathrow ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin') The streets are deathrow. [2x] I just murdered a man, I'm even more stressed wearin' a vest Hopin' that they're aimin' at my chest Much too young to bite the bullet Hand on the trigga I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it I hope I live to be a man Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in the state pen Counting pennys over the years I'd done stacked many Proving wrong those Who swore I'd wouldn't live till twenty Now they gotta cope Since it's the only thing I know It's difficult to let it go I'm startin' to lose my hair 'cause I worry Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buried But now I gotta move away now 'Cause these suckers love ta' spray where I lay down My homie lost his family, he snapped; Shot up half the block to bring them back The streets are deathrow ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin') The streets are deathrow. [2x] I'm dangerous when drunk I only drink beer Gin makes me sin Unable to think clear Henessey makes me think my enemy is getting close BOOM BOOM BOOM Got me shooting at a ghost Some call me crazy but this is what you gave me Amongst the babies who raised up from the slavery I sport a vest and hit the sess to kill the stress Moved out west and I invest in all the best Those who test will find a bullet in they chest Put to rest by a brotha who was hopeless Grow up broke on the rope of insanity How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family I'm sick of being tired Sick of the sirens, body bags, and the gun firing Tell Bush, "Push the button!" 'cause I'm fed Tired of hearin' these voices in my head The streets are deathrow ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin') The streets are deathrow. [2x] ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin') The streets are deathrow ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin') The streets are deathrow ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin') The streets are deathrow ('cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin') The streets are deathrow ('cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') This goes out to my partners in the Live Squad (like it ain't nothin') And all my partners involved in that 187 Watch your back ('cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') There got to be a better way ('cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') There's too many of us in the cemetery ('cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Come on, what we gonna do now ('cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') The streets are deathrow