these streets make you wanna scream,

these days,i straightup think that these niggas straightup buy guns,too act a fool,too get that rush,lights,cameras and acting,now you see me,now you fucking don't,some of you stupid muthfuckers,really,really,makes me wanna straightup scream,from the top of my lungs,how stupid csn stupid get,so you wanna straightup have your 15-mintues,of fame,lets see them reporters come out,lights,cameras, action,now i can straightup see you smiling with that silly ass stupid look on your face,i can see in your eyes,your fucking mind steady play tricks on you,saying in the back of your head,boy you and really fuckedup now,you straightup kiss your ass goodbye,and you straightup better hope that you can straightup give your life toGOD,cause he's the only one can help you now,so gone and scream,while you all along now in jail cell,steady beating the walls,with blood soak hands,but it straightup seems like no one can hear you now,no family or friends,in your corner or straightup writing you,or wishing you well,while you steady sitting all alone in your fucking jail cell,"boy"so much for that15-mintues of fame,them lights,caremas,and action with get every time "boy",that you act a straightup fool,up in this here rap,rap,game,thats why these streets some make you wanna scream,on how some of this shit goes up in this here game,chicago's six,you a damn fool up in this here booth,