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tha s.e.t. (rap group) - raised by the streets lyrics

[verse 1: erick]
i was trapped in the streets of the 619
now i’m tryna escape, kickin’ gangsta rhymes
day after day tryna avoid the dirt
while fools survived, puttin’ in work
bustas talkin’ crazy, but can’t fade me
so i comes from the heart on the m-i-c
when i coulda been jackin’, i grabbed the mic
singin’ gangsta hits that you riders like
my moms on my back and she naggin’ me
yellin’ in my ear to get a j-o-b
i thought of different ways to make my pay
so i served fat sacks every single day
but now it’s ’96 and i’m rappin’ g
and i gotta thank god for blessin’ me
with the gangsta nine or the gangsta beat
trickeration for life, we was raised by the streets

[chorus]
[m-wax] always on the hustle tryna make ends meet
[erick] little soldiers bein’ raised by the streets x4

[verse 2: m-wax]
about to hit the situation, it’s lookin’ shady
1996 got these fools going crazy
livin’ day to day in the struggle
raised by the ways of the concrete jungle
and times was tough growin’ up in k!lla cali
home of the wicked, san diego county
introduced way back, to the players’ life
and since then, it’s been “what that mail like?”
and it’s a must in the city that i’m livin’ in
cause just to function a player need them dividends
and that was just, part of the ??
the hard times and the trickery ??
i reminisce on the days of the past
and thank god i ain’t dead, buried in the gr-ss
cause ain’t no love in the south east
so maintain your game or fall victim to these sick streets

[chorus]
[m-wax] always on the hustle tryna make ends meet
[erick] little soldiers bein’ raised by the streets x4

[verse 3: sir devoe]
i was raised by the streets, a young g
givin’ it up, makin’ a buck off the big homies posted up
ten years on this earth, since birth
i was marked to return to the dirt
ogs leadin’ the way, what can i say?
got me bangin’ and slangin’, will i live another day?
but then, should i care if i die?
catchin’ one from the jack or taken out in a drive-by
the only family i had was my homeboys
watchin’ my back, so i’m never stayin’ in the pad
always gone and alone in this thug life
claimin’ the set, it’s do or die for the young strife
learnin’, and the days kept turnin’
tryna stay above of that cop that got me burnin’
little bangin’ at the swap meets
with no love from my father, i was raised by the streets

- tha s e t rap group lyrics

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