GreenPotato
January 18th, 2006, 03:54 AM
GreenPotato Presents: Streets Is Watchin
Upon This Mid Life Crisis, I Give Advice It’s… Hard To Say//
I Got A Daughter And A son, Man I Like This But I Often Pray//
Raised In North Nati Around The Steam Stacks And Corner Marts//
Where Warning Starts, It’s Struggle To Survive Or Get Torn Apart//
Reputation Is The War In Part, Where You Bang Out For Your Heart//
At Night Man It More Then Dark, For Fiends It’s When Morning Start//
I Lived In Prospect Apartments, It’s True, Man I Claimed My Issues//
Where The Only Heat In The House Came From The Flames Of Pistols//
Set Ups Was It, Because There Never Was Any ‘Frames’ In Windows//
Fuck The Bullshit *****, Cause You Know Damn Well I Don’t Pretend//
Fight! Gotta Hope You Can, Cause The Chance Of Livin Is An Open End//
Broken Trust Means Broken Friends, Hustle Hard, Stay On A Coke Defend//
Moved Swift Through Many Traps, Took Hits Through Many Scraps//
Done Time And Many Laps, Sittin In CL Units Taken Heavy Naps//
Stay Duckin Every Cap, Seen So Much Shit Noone Could Mend Me Back//
So Now *****s Commend Me Back, Any Time I’m In They Tracks//
Hook...
Struggle To Survive *****… The Streets Is Watchin…
Cause In The Hood, Them Pistols Keep On Cockin…
(Click, Clack)
Load It Up… (Blam)
It’s A Struggle Out Here, Exchangin Money For Grams…
The Dirty Nati Way *****… Use The Heater Or Hands…
Watch Ya Back *****… Lord The Drop Is Wired…
Duck And Aim Bitch, When Them Shots Get Fired…
(Click, Clack)
Load It Up… (Blam)
It’s A Struggle Out Here, Exchangin Money For Grams…
The Dirty Nati Way *****… Use The Heater Or Hands..
I’m That Nati Seed, Born To Do Deeds, Grow Up And Make It//
But I Feel So Naked, All This Pain, Don’t Know If I Can Take It//
Stress Filled Days, Spot Checkin Carpet’s To Roll Up The Shake Kid//
The Weed Enters My Lungs And Mind, Omens Start To Vacate//
At Night Moms Would Pray Late, Wait Up Late Grippin The Bible//
And She Knew I Was Flippin By Volume, And Tippin The Bottle//
Getting Drunk With Older Cats, Supplyin Coke For They Nostrils//
Goin Full Speed Hittin The Throttle, Landed A Six Month Sentence//
Growin So Restless, Lookin For Exit, Maxin Out Tryin To Rep This//
Was A Small *****, Scrawny And Chestless, Tryin To Bench Shit//
Got Released And I Though Things Were Different But Listen//
Life Throws Shit Unexpected, Once Again I Was Flippin It’s Business//
Getting Riches, Always Lookin Suspisious, But Had My Suspisions//
Got Knocked By A Witness, For Tryin To Live And Fuck Bitches//
Nati = Cincinnati
Upon This Mid Life Crisis, I Give Advice It’s… Hard To Say//
I Got A Daughter And A son, Man I Like This But I Often Pray//
Raised In North Nati Around The Steam Stacks And Corner Marts//
Where Warning Starts, It’s Struggle To Survive Or Get Torn Apart//
Reputation Is The War In Part, Where You Bang Out For Your Heart//
At Night Man It More Then Dark, For Fiends It’s When Morning Start//
I Lived In Prospect Apartments, It’s True, Man I Claimed My Issues//
Where The Only Heat In The House Came From The Flames Of Pistols//
Set Ups Was It, Because There Never Was Any ‘Frames’ In Windows//
Fuck The Bullshit *****, Cause You Know Damn Well I Don’t Pretend//
Fight! Gotta Hope You Can, Cause The Chance Of Livin Is An Open End//
Broken Trust Means Broken Friends, Hustle Hard, Stay On A Coke Defend//
Moved Swift Through Many Traps, Took Hits Through Many Scraps//
Done Time And Many Laps, Sittin In CL Units Taken Heavy Naps//
Stay Duckin Every Cap, Seen So Much Shit Noone Could Mend Me Back//
So Now *****s Commend Me Back, Any Time I’m In They Tracks//
Hook...
Struggle To Survive *****… The Streets Is Watchin…
Cause In The Hood, Them Pistols Keep On Cockin…
(Click, Clack)
Load It Up… (Blam)
It’s A Struggle Out Here, Exchangin Money For Grams…
The Dirty Nati Way *****… Use The Heater Or Hands…
Watch Ya Back *****… Lord The Drop Is Wired…
Duck And Aim Bitch, When Them Shots Get Fired…
(Click, Clack)
Load It Up… (Blam)
It’s A Struggle Out Here, Exchangin Money For Grams…
The Dirty Nati Way *****… Use The Heater Or Hands..
I’m That Nati Seed, Born To Do Deeds, Grow Up And Make It//
But I Feel So Naked, All This Pain, Don’t Know If I Can Take It//
Stress Filled Days, Spot Checkin Carpet’s To Roll Up The Shake Kid//
The Weed Enters My Lungs And Mind, Omens Start To Vacate//
At Night Moms Would Pray Late, Wait Up Late Grippin The Bible//
And She Knew I Was Flippin By Volume, And Tippin The Bottle//
Getting Drunk With Older Cats, Supplyin Coke For They Nostrils//
Goin Full Speed Hittin The Throttle, Landed A Six Month Sentence//
Growin So Restless, Lookin For Exit, Maxin Out Tryin To Rep This//
Was A Small *****, Scrawny And Chestless, Tryin To Bench Shit//
Got Released And I Though Things Were Different But Listen//
Life Throws Shit Unexpected, Once Again I Was Flippin It’s Business//
Getting Riches, Always Lookin Suspisious, But Had My Suspisions//
Got Knocked By A Witness, For Tryin To Live And Fuck Bitches//
Nati = Cincinnati