Z-Ro - City Streets lyrics

King of the Ghetto
Z-Ro the Crooked that's me
King of the Ghetto Entertainment, Rap-A-Lot
Dean's List know I'm saying
That's what I ride to when I'm rolling
Through these mo'fucking city streets
Corner to corner, block to block
Witnessing nothing but bullshit, first hand
Niggas killing niggas, know I'm saying
Everybody killing niggas, you know I'm saying
But we the main mo'fuckers, killing us
Tripping out here, for these god damn streets
To look good in these streets, to have thangs
In these motherfucking streets
Man fuck these streets

Damn these city streets
Are deadly to a brother
Cause they're full of crooked cops
And killers and undercovers
Everyday is the same thang
Another fatal shooting
Somebody daddy done died
So they mama prostituting
Just to make ends meet
And get the bills paid
Wonder why we bleed the corner dry
Until the laws raid trying to make a dollar
Out of nickel and a dime
KFC and McDonalds don't wanna hire me
Because my teeth shine
In constant danger, keep one in the chamber
Cause, I could become a victim
Of some starving stranger
Thinking he can go through my pockets
And come up with some bread
When he found out I'm broke
He still gon leave a nigga for dead
So I hustle to breathe freely
And see another day
For the sake of my unborn babies, I keep a K
Trying to make sure the McVey name
Repeat and repeat
Before somebody knock me off my feet
Damn these city streets

Damn these city streets, are hard to live in
Eighty percent of my partnas are dead
The rest in prison
All I see is the struggle
My tears drown my vision
I never forget to mention
God damn these city streets

Damn, these city streets'll eat you alive
It's beginning to be a full time job
Just to survive
Tell me why I get pulled over
When I'm standing still
Why my homies wanna rob me
For my big face bills
It ain't no love in our lifestyle
It's all about greed can't trust nobody
Cause everybody got a trick up they sleeve
I believe in struggling
Cause that's all I've ever seen
Besides the county jail
And the light of an infrared beam
I use to keep a pistol, by my side
But it don't matter if I'm strapped
I'm still gonna die
Whether I'm evil or good
In the suburbs or the hood death is coming
Better be like Forest Gump
And just keep on running
Cause he'll be coming
Like a thief in the night
Might be in the form of a jacker
Trying to get you at the light
Houston Texas is restless
Better keep your heat under your seat
'Fore somebody have your brains
Up under your feet, damn these city streets

I'm 27, but I'm feeling 71 i pray so much
I feel like I'm kin to the heavenly son
I dodge bullets on the daily
If I don't duck I'm stuck
Then I'll be another murder case
In back of that black truck
Damn these city streets
Are full of yellow tape
I wish I could move around
But, I feel I can't escape
Tell me where to go
Tell me where to run to get away from drama
Seem like everywhere I go
They wanna put me with my mama
Does equality follow me
Ain't nothing shaking
Justice and liberty for niggas
Is a house that's vacant
Therefor I'm stranded
Where crimes are committed to bread
Forced to watch my people fall off track
Like a bad wig i dropped a lot of records
But, I'm still broke
Can't afford to stay in the Four Seasons
But there's still hope lucifer is powerful
He ain't got no mercy on the weak
He got us suffering for nothing
Motherfuck these city streets

Living in the city, living in the city

Damn these city streets, are hard to live in
Eighty percent of my partnas are dead
The rest in prison
All I see is the struggle
My tears drown my vision
I never forget to mention
God damn these city streets