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mc eiht - streets don't love u lyrics

[verse 1]
geah, it’s 187 cause i’m back on the block
quick to shoot first wit the gat that stay c-cked
it’s real gangsta sh-t n-gga, it’s on lock
west coast compton, the town that rock
follow the cracked up roll down the compton block
not school, but i’m the motherf-ckin neighborhood jock
whether in tv rock or [???] ya in
but the team colors sported boy. blue or flame?
my name not household, i ain’t pac
but on the underground fool, yeah i’m on top
i don’t play for the mainstream, f-ck around, have you playin wit the red beam
f-ck around, few shots leave ya gang green
slumped over, front seat wit a cold lean
fa sho, i be first in line to start static wit y’all
have ya mama at the pad awaiting the call
west coast, west side, east side, we slide
anywhere y’all want it, nowhere to hide
geah

[hook]
creep wit the sleeper, wit the locust look up on my face
you six feet deeper, and you can’t wake, rain drop’s fallin
these street’s don’t love you, but they can love you
they follow me though

[verse 2]
beef ain’t a dvd, it’s automatic
i’m gone off the hood life, so call me an addict
in the land where girls got plastic t-ts
n-ggas wit plastic grips ready to start sh-t
who the f-ck y’all wit? man, where y’all from?
hollows quickly follow the philly stomp
how come y’all tryin to play the thug act?
just the way that a copycat gon react
and the impact when the chambers slide back
in-depth description of the carjack
and you know that tattoo when the arm’s raised
the shots penetrate you and they don’t graze
i just blaze, just like school days
i run wit a frat of boys, we so crazed
creepin, so amazing, we a little iraq when we start engaging
any n-gga i smack, my machine is raging
gun tucked when i gotta f-ckin rhyme on stage, man

[hook]

[verse 3]
been under the hood spell for so d-mn long
my life in the streets just can’t be wrong
i’m hardcore, motherf-cker, b-tch ate my scr-t-
i’m old school like a pimp, likely to trip
no chip on ya shoulder, i knock it off
every motherf-ckin rhyme you rock is soft
burn, weak n-ggas, burn
wannabe o.g., but you can’t earn
wanna see us flee, but you gon learn
just wait, sky free, see the wheels turn
hustlas, ridahs, hoes, ex-cons, grown westside boys like lil jon
i’mma bang compton til the break of dawn
late night hype, mean bodies dead on the lawn
[???] sure ain’t strong
but i’ll jack for ya jewels and head straight to the p-wn
geah

[hook]

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