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life on the streets [original mix] - brownside lyrics

[verse 1: danger]
it’s an everyday thing on the east of town
times ain’t good but they won’t hold me down
i’m out to get mine and won’t get left back
i can’t get me a job, but i can get a dope sack
in my hood everyday, getting off my slangs
i’m not really tripping off money, cause i’d rather gang bang
and kick back with my homeboys who are down for me
from the evil side representing one-three
and the ways in my neighborhood ain’t nothing nice
you gotta be down or else your paying the price
cause for me to do good others must do bad
what makes me happy might make you sad
i need to straight come up so i can earn my way out
broke motherf-ckers don’t carry no clout
the hood that i’m from is where i proved my name
and the streets where i live is where i got my fame

[chorus]
don’t push me cause i’m losing my head
it’s like a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder how i keep on going under

[verse 2: danger]
i can’t ever forget the crazy things that i’ve done
a young gang-banger living life by a gun
doing down -ss things to make you learn quick
the kind of crazy things that make people sick
some might not agree, but i have to survive
and by me doing wrong is gonna keep me alive
so i try everyday to learn the tricks of the trade
saving up my money cause i don’t get paid
i know i do bad but i do it real good
cause that’s the way i learned in my crazy -ss hood
growing up in the streets of s.b. and l.a
where a youngster couldn’t even hang around and play
drive-bys, drug deals, baseheads everywhere
crack babies being born and their moms don’t even care
don’t think for a minute that this sh-t ain’t real
cause life on the streets might get you k!lled

[chorus]
don’t push me cause i’m losing my head
it’s like a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder how i keep on going under
don’t push me cause i’m losing my head
it’s like a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder how i keep on going under

[verse 3: danger]
times are bad and everything is hard
got no money, don’t own no car
with some old -ss clothes, no food to eat
and some burnt out nike’s covering up my feet
you get your first impression by the way i look
he’s a gangster, a k!ller, and a no good crook
just cause i’m broke, don’t mean i’m a punk
lemme explain myself in five minutes of funk
everything i’ve done that has been wrong
i just kick back and write it here in my song
cause life on the streets is rough as f-ck
vatos trying to hit-l!ck so they can come up real tough
rapping is my hustle, all i need is a beat
so i can tell my little story about life on the street
and i’ma do what it takes, so i can survive
this is mad -ss danger from the brownside

- brownside lyrics

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