Street Glory Lyrics
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Uhh, still out in these motherfucking projects
Niggaz just don't understand the story
Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here
Niggaz die for the street glory, go to trial get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story, so if you see me slipping reach for me
And QB the streets call me, I'm going after street glory
And each nigga got a story and QB the streets call me
Go to trial get tried for each story, so if you see me slipping reach for me
I'm going after street glory
Yo, every time I turn around niggaz shot, niggaz stabbed
When tonight's pregnant girls struggling to get a cab
Queensbridge slinging hopping our benches
Fiends lurking, D's searching pat pockets
Kids put to bed duck they heads from gas popping
Don status, throw feeds, got syringes
Popping out they arm scratched
Cuz' else perfect ways, shell Adidas
Now remember parked [unverified]
Private stock peer nigga with ill walks like Mark Clare
Smelling reefer way before purple haze
Has tilted wild niggaz licking shots in the air
Me and Pop was there through the years our names have switched
ain't nothing changed but the names Nastradamus and Blitz
What project is this? QB burning in tint
12th street murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
What could you tell me? Niggas seen it all in this game
When it's all said and done just remember our name
Embryo of the ghetto born face and time
I'm familiar with the dead grass drama black gates and crime
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Ghetto fame got a fellow's name draped and shined
Niggas shatter they dreams while I'm chasing mine
How do I describe an atmosphere where streets are polluted?
Where corruptors and new police being recruited
Somehow I make it through the day staying secluded
While the blues aim leaving another slain, executed
Many thought's 'cause I see the past grimmly
That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street
Sudden raids and confrontations leading the misdeamenor weed cases
Through all the pap grease and street chases
I blew smoke through hallway window
Watched the buddah clouds lingo
Plucking the blunt brokes from my fingers, my eyes flip different shades
Similar to people you meet everyday who be displaying wicked ways
Seeing nothing but another day, in this six story rat trap
Them gats clap another nigga's blazed, events in my hood rotate
Like the battle on the 38 snob in the world of fake love
Before I blaze son, I'm kissing the slugs
Coming at you kisses and hugs, when death calls who's really a thug
Can't shake it, can't take it, can't make it
The street glory got me deeply in love, got me needing this drug
Niggaz die for the street glory, go to trial get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story, so if you see me slipping reach for me
And QB the streets call me, I'm going after street glory
And each nigga got a story and QB the streets call me
Go to trial get tried for each story, so if you see me slipping reach for me
I'm going after street glory
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