Текст песни Damien - My Streets
Damien - My Streets слова песни
We smoke dubs on hot streetsWatch hoes creepDrop hits of acids in 3sBlow up bitch policeAs they drive down my streetIn their ugly ass capriceWalk away and say peaceWatch tramp ass hood ratsWalk around with fake gatsPoppin pills of x laxBeat em down and puttem on the rail road tracksBunch of hoes that cant ball Just a bunch of hacksCant handle 6 packsBut I need to relaxCause im about to reactThese bitches wanna competeYou about to be made obsoleteAnd wind up on the concreteAs I bust out my heatBut yo ass is used to defeatSo you become discreetNow you wanna come up to me wit beefWell let me briefIma murder you like I did the chief of police Run off and shoot up NBDTake the money and runGo by some tight ass Detroit chronGet blazed up and fleeback to the crime sceneI get a rush off the trouble I causeAs I break the city bylawsAnd leave people in awsWhile they wonder y I did thisYou damn right I did itAnd ill do it againI might as well be blacklistedCause I dont even existSo what am I to doWait for a breakthroughJust so my album can debutBut when will I be noticedAnd become a talented artist This is how it is on my streetsWe walk around and carry beefsCause weve lost all belief But this aint no time to grief I should write a song about the hell I causeAs I get fucked up and traumatizedAnd listen to tupacs still I riseAnd wonder y I even tryTheir cant be two of usSo I better bust im a drunken lushand I aint even worth the fussI get on the mike and jus cussAbout how I wanna kill a bitch named russStrangle him and beat him over the headwith his own bed postcause I hate bitch talking hoesand especially weak ass homoswho dont wanna throw down with meyoull find you ass hangin dead from a tree This is how it is on my streetsWe walk around and carry beefsCause weve lost all belief But this aint no time to grief I dont take shit from peepsI aint got no beefAfter I put you 7ft deepThis anger needs to be releasedCause the insanity just increasedSo what am I to doYell at bitches in drive throughsWalkin around pissed at every crewWanting to kill everyone even youCause of this tension from when I grewI see you stumbling around drunkAnd run you over in my truckClaim it was an accidentCause thats how it is on my streetsYou wouldnt know about thatSo put away that fake gat