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cjay - streets know lyrics

[ verse: cjay]
in the projects the number one problem is lack of unity
in fact, the youth is soon to be trapped in this black community
a father’s absence, start of what happens it’s all disastrous but in the end we have to take blame for all of our actions
a perfect balance means growing up amongst the cursed mentalities
which had no affect on my personality
raised different so i react calm now that i’m thinking back on
being raised by a single black mom
but here’s the dilemma, n-gg-s’ll think you weak
when you stay at home with your momma and you ain’t in the streets
that’s very stereotypical, claim you carry a pistol. so?
hear me clearly you better be careful for what you wish for
or i’mma pull up on your boulevard like the hood is ours, boy don’t make me pull your card
my n-gg-s redoing tattoos, putting bullet holes in bullet scars
lauderdale i am repping, i ain’t stepping if i ain’t got no iron weapon
i’m lying i don’t need no iron weapon got my dawg with me i am legend
i ain’t letting sh-t slide
at first you wasn’t f-cking with me now you wanna d-ck ride
n-gg-s on that half-time basket ball sh-t, look how they switch sides
on this side it’s crazy how these n-gg-s decide they rather lose they life than lose a fist fight cuz of one n-gg- the whole clique died (aye)
n-gg- thinking he a stuntman, d-mn they love to act tough
when the time comes they don’t show face and i don’t mean they masked up (aye)
i might laugh it off to be polite, i don’t fear men i don’t belive the hype
i know where yo b-tch stays i could tell you b-tch made just by your phenotype
the last n-gg- was in better shape, he was a problem then he went away
he got his -ss whooped
he was watching way too much mma
effen vodka got me tipsy, designated driver, got my posse with me
my hood looking like it’s gotham city, why this joker got a problem with me
got my fans asking me why i ain’t selling merch
cuz i don’t wanna see my face on a shirt
how his mother feel her only son was out of place
now all she got is tears running down her face
aye be honest son tell me where the cops had got the knowledge from
tell me how is you the silent one but dialing 911
you in the streets? ain’t no in and out or in between
you take a l thinking bout going up against the winning team

[hook: cjay]
all these n-gg-s know that i’m the man lowkey
i don’t f-ck with p-ssy n-gg-s and police
i ain’t in the streets but doubt you and your mans want beef
you want respect you gotta earn it n-gg- streets know
(repeat)

- cjay lyrics

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