Screwball - Street Life Lyrics

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Street Life Lyrics

How many times have you listened to the lyrics of Street Life by Screwball? Have you ever wondered what a lyrics was or an entire line of the music lyrics? Street Life is one of the more popular songs by Screwball and the song lyrics in Street Life are sung all around the world and have had the music lyrics translated into many different languages. Rap lyrics in other countries are very popular and Screwball Street Life lyrics from the Screwball CD featuring the hit Street Life is no exception.

Street Life Lyrics

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Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'

So much to say, so little time

For the hood that I pray

Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow



Wash my hands in some in-scent smoke

Pull a leaf off a tree

Flip it over nothing innocent though

City split it over to me

Hennessey spilling over tenements of QB

It's real or more a day

Plenty of ways to die

Plenty of ways to survive

Plenty of ways gettin' high

Straight sip the innocent kind

And the rest unjustified with an alibi, normal racquets

Undercovers with heat in their slumber jackets

Government badges and colored stripe brackets

G's sittin' pretty like cash and (???)

Witty thugs play out; I obey the writer Ala

Swaying in and out, above and beyond

The humidity, really got me jittery

Cold like a barrel of ice

Dark shadows of life

I put my head on a pillow, di-do-do-ditto

What son say, you still know

I catch a chill flowing through my temple

It's real simple

Good faith, common sense, six-triple in the mix

Dippin' through quick aiming to get you; it's the click!



(Chorus)

For the thuns, each one to each one son

Street life is all I know

Ways to move I pay dues; I'm talking to all of you

Warfare is when you go

For the cash 'cuz I reach for them... reach for them

Street life is all I know

Full bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories

Warfare is when you go



[Hostyle]

Yo..It's Hostyle ¿que pasa?

No masa; tu eres no problema

¿Cliente hah?

Drama with dada is dangerous

Bang with anguish; Flame with a touch

Deranged ain't enough

Gunpowder laying on my cuff

Call my bluff

The streets don't stop; it's like a marry-go-round

The beats don't stop; multiply various rounds

Of hard knock, bar locked gates

These are the brakes

Family ties without a trace

Old G's...??? With sheets of casper toke

Premeditated plans later dated

Haters waited with iron plated heat

Designed, made miraculously dated in deep memory

So...keep countin' dollars

Keep mine moving scholars of rap

With a lot of gats; holla' back!



(Chorus)



You'll win by all means

Struggle for the cream

Hustle by ways of being

Don't let prophecy end

Don't let the Po-Po knock me again

Don't let the 'nine' cock freely in sin

Missiles through your flesh tissue... military issue

Guess you understand the risk you take

Dissed you on your forehead snake

More dead weight

Pitch fork love; It's for coke thugs

Bitches huffin' & puffin'; huffin' & puffin' about nothin'

Watch you say I hold against you in the court of law

Gun firing; wall to wall

(???) closed from burn holes

Fires turned on my stone... Fuck That!

'Cuz I gotta eat; pockets so swolled

From reasons of livin'

The breath I'm givin'

All the checks I'm scribblin'; it's real baby!



(Chorus)

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