Freeway - Reppin' The Streets lyrics

Life's a struggle you born alone
And you die alone
In between life's pages you get your grind on
I'm from where you never snitch you
Do the time for 'em
Nigga try to play you bring
The nine's for 'em, ride on 'em
Catch 'em in traffic and squeeze
The gauge on 'em, rain on 'em
Donnelly's is them niggas with
The cage for 'em
Motherfucker's swore they had me
Trapped in a box i had to plan and plot
Before I could brainstorm, name bomb
Bomb on 'em, the plan is to stay calm
React like Saddam but cool as the Fonz on 'em
These niggas ain't killers I'm pullin'
The files on 'em they chumps, chimps
Ain't even monkey's run from gorillas
They livin' your rhymes out
You live with your moms
And you ain't pushin' no rides and
You ain't whippin' those nine's out
You livin' a lie and you continue to lie
And we continue to mob
Word to my mom we movin' out nigga

From war and tears to white tees
Yeah, from crack bundles to black burners
Uh, from cold winters to hot summers
From north and south Philly to South Beach
Uh, from jail cells to plush suit's
Yeah, from Timbalands to Nikes
Uh, from button ups to hoods we
Still keepin' it hood, reppin' the streets
C'mon

Comin' up I ain't had name brand nothin' on
All my shirts they had the Tigers on 'em
Ironed on 'em
Then I got myself together went
And grinded for it she was struggling
Couldn't ask my moms for it my era
Them little niggas with them K's
That'll pall bear ya
They will strip you naked
Leavin' you with nothin' on
Uh, catch you at the light
And stephon marbury ya
This goes for all areas
Wherever hustlin' goes on
There's a whole lot of bustin' involved
People dyin', lot of cryin'
Lot of fussin' goin' on
Uh, I seen people be there in the day
Then by the night, disappear in the fog
Then reappear in the morgue
Then they name just appear on your arm
With a tat sayin' "This for my dawgs"
But nigga this for my dawgs
No tats so I spit it in raps
So they hear you if I lay here tomorrow
Will I be here tomorrow?

From war and tears to white tees
Yeah, from crack bundles to black burners
Uh, from cold winters to hot summers
From north and south Philly to South Beach
Uh, from jail cells to plush suit's
Yeah, from Timbalands to Nikes
Uh, from button ups to hoods we
Still keepin' it hood, reppin' the streets
C'mon

If I had dollar for every person caught
Up in the system that was innocent
I'd be richer than the president
Was incarcerated now you see
Me on your internet
Spit Sony high definition
That's the vividness
Didn't know I could spit now you
Know I got the intellect and the tec
So tryin' to come at me is frivolous
Y'all talkin' killer shit
But y'all talkin' gibberishness
Cause y'all ain't killin' shit
Unless y'all gon' hate me to death
First case was abating and theft
My first felon was attempt to deliver
Cause, I'd attempted to deliver
Now picture me tryin' to attempt to deliver
Now a days I bring that shit to your steps
And tell that shit to your reps
Matter of fact I got a clip for your reps
Pump a slug in that face and
Dump that ass in the river for shark beef
We tryin' to keep shit safe
That's for my people with the
Keys in the safe
We gon' squeeze for our niggas

From war and tears to white tees
Yeah, from crack bundles to black burners
Uh, from cold winters to hot summers
From north and south Philly to South Beach
Uh, from jail cells to plush suit's
Yeah, from Timbalands to Nikes
Uh, from button ups to hoods we
Still keepin' it hood, reppin' the streets
C'mon