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black eyed peas - street livin' lyrics

street livin’, caught in a trap
guns or books, sell crack or rap
be like kings or be like p-wns

they called us c–ns, now they call us cons
street n-gg-s be packing pistols
terrorists be blasting missles
crips and bloods and retail thugs
cia planes bring columbian drugs
don’t push me cause i’m close to h-ll
the teachers in my neighborhood can hardly spell
and compare to them, prison guards get payed well
ten years no bail is 4 years at yale
so, forget about the statue of general lee
because the status of blacks are generally
are gonna end up in some penitentiary
systematically, that’s how they made it to be
listen, they derailed the soul train
and put a nightmare into every martin luther king
and privatized prisons are owned by the same
slave masters that owned the slave trade game
and racists no longer have to be racist
cause n-gg-s k!ll more n-gg-s than the kkk did
now, every time i hear a new def jam
n-gg-s k!lling n-gg-s like they ku klux klan
i understand what’s a n-gg- to choose?
be the k!ller or be the dead dude in the news
i get it, what’s a n-gg- to do?
no education in the hood, got a n-gg- confused

street livin’, tough conditions
brainwashed by the television
we lost in the war we live in
double cross love lost no religion
street livin’, oh my gosh
another brother got shot by the searg’
another cop got off with no charge
if you black in the hood, you at large
you’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
if you’re ivory, they treat you different
if you’re ebony, they -ssume you’re temperament
well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
you’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
is cause you’re beligerent
what a coincidence?
born and bred, but you’re still an immigrant
if you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

it’s more n-gg-s in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
there’s more n-gg-s that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
so, how we gon’ get out the trap?
guns or books, sell crack or rap
street livin’, hustle or hoops
guns or books, get shot or shoot

street livin’, ain’t no rules
break the law, make or break the news
the life you choose could be the life you lose
n-gg-s getting stuck for the nike shoes
street livin’, ain’t no joke
it’s a cold world, better bring your coat
revoke cause the streets are broke
now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
street livin’, no economics
no way out of the reaganomics
infected by the black plague, new bubonic
no comprende, we speak ebonics
street livin’, what’s your position?
you can take action or take a d-ck
listen, you can get f-cked by the system
or you can say f-ck the system

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