Up early in the morning lacin up my British Knights

Throwin up my deuce sign fuckin with the street life

Never knew no better cause my mommy never taught me

Going out to get the shit that mommy never bought me

Only ten years old and I can't stay away from trouble

But you don't give a fuck cause you ain't never had to struggle

And everybody's tellin me its get greater later

I need to get my shit right now, cause it ain't shit in my refrigerator

And I done struggled for my whole life

Seeing my moma layed up with a different nigga everynight

And when you see me you can spot a crook

Cause I'm going through her motherfuckin pocket book

I'm going out to get my papes

Cause she don't give a fuck about me anyway

And my daddy's doing two terms

And all she ever does is sit around and get served

My mommy never hugs me

I'm callin deuce my family, cause these niggas say they love me

I'm steady dustin chumps off

And ready for the battle if the shit would ever jump off

So send my ass to hell

Its eithr being covered up with some dirt, or boxed in a cell

Anyway that's what it looks like

If I don't hurry up and get my ass up out the street life



Chorus: (Spoken)



You know the streets is all I know

This is my way of survival

You know I've been dealt some bad cards

But I gots to play them

What else am I to do, look for a job?

But until them my family will starve and be broke

So I resort to the streets

As a source of income

I'm stuck here



I step out on my own block

And everyone's throwin up the deuce to little J-Rock

And all my little homies that I hang with

Are either jackin, or mixed up with this gang shit

See it through reality

Never leavin the gang cause its the street life mentality

My homies got a proposition

Pulled the nigga off some change and said he'd help in my position

So now I'm rollin with the OGs

Puttin in work for the jack, for some overseas

And maybe in a year or two

I'll be able to roll in a Benz like the gangsta's do

Makin hoes ride dick

Cause that poor, broke ???

Ain't hittin ??? shit

I gotta lock my crew down

And sew this whole motherfucker up like the Jews town

Develop us a strong click

Break my pops off some dope while he rot

Pops would like that shit

Seeing his little nigga on his own two

Doing shit I heard my pops used to do

A real nigga to this crime thang

And had it going on before his time came

I gots to get my shit right

Until my shit gets right

I'm rollin with the street life



Chorus:



You know what upsets me

Is when whitey sits back in they lavish homes and BMWs

And tell me the streets ain't the place to be

See it from my prospective

Poverty strickin, livin on welfare

And the government cuttin that shorter every week

I'm shortin on education cause I'm black

The corner doesn't promise me a good life

But at least it shows me promise



Finally after shit got right

I'm wanting out of the gang cause I'm searchin for a new life

But I remember what was said

You come in alive the only way you leave out is dead

So I'm kinda fucked on both ends

I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin frinds

Cause if they were my friends they'd let me break

Outie five thousand fuck this shit, I'm packin my 38

But first I gotta stay down

Until It's time for me to punch it out and just lay it down

And that's a motherfuckin shame

Tonight I gotta spill another ride with my little gang

So slowly I walked up to it

With no hesitation I broke the window and jumped into it

Unhooked his shit and was headed off

I opened up the door that's what set it off





A nigga came out with a glock jack

And put a slug in my motherfuckin back

And my so called friends

Want me out of the gang cause they don't know if I'll walk again

Now tell me what's that deuce life

Fucked up myself for good cause I was wrapped up in the street life