The Streets lyrics

Artist  : W.c. 
Song : The Streets



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featuring Ron Banks (from The Dramatics)


[WC] 
Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I
can't believe it 
Whoever thought, throughout
the drama, we'd live to see it 
So many of us
done lost lives to the streets 
As we
reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased

Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many
of em 
Hopin that the Lord let me see the
millenium 
Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin
better days 
Fightin for my conscience, tryin
to shake these wicked ways 
I know it's wrong
but it's hard to change 
All my life, all I
ever knew was hustle and game 
Lookin for
answers ever since I was a adolescent 
Faced
with rejection, early age stressin 
But now
ten years later with doodoo respect 
I'm
bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks

Showin love to my peeps and my love don't
change 
Here's a toast to you fakes, huh,
here's to better days 

[Ron Banks]

Might sound strange, but I just can't run
away 
I can't run, run, it might sound strange

but I just can't run away 
I can't run, no,
run away 

[WC] 
Touch a meal ticket,
shake a spot for good 
Never, I still got love
for the neighborhood 
And even though now it's
infested with gunplay 
on most days like
Bootsy I can't stay away 
Cause if I shook
like y'all shook on me 
Then whose gon' stay
and guide the way for the lil homies? 
I can't
turn my head on my folks 
so I stay visible in
these streets and try to give hope 
Born in
the ghetto, raised in the ghetto 
Got love for
the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto 
How come
everytime we get some change in our can 
we run
away and try to move out as far as we can? 
I
know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you
worse 
than a devil when you turn your back on
these young G's 
Now feel every word that I
say, hear my cry 
as I struggle out of thirst
and search for better days 

[Ron Banks]

Might sound strange, but I just can't run
away 
I can't run, run, run away! 
Said I
just can't run away 
I can't run, run, run
away 
No I just can't run away 
I can't
run, run, runnnnnn away! 

[WC] 
Another
day another dollar, it feels good to look around

and see I'm surrounded by real riders

Childhood comrades I ran with for years

Shared the same beer and tears over the same
peers 
Player haters swearin that all we all
G's 
off each others strength with these,
regulates the same cheese 
No jealousy we all
family like Sister Sledge 
Lace each other
with game, so I can spin beer cans 
Watch our
kids grow together, as we get old together

Loc I mean this, let no one come in between
this 
Keep our business among us, behind doors
and eyes closed 
on those we consider as foes

Outsiders never exposed to your hustle

Plus I'm, never been one likely to trust em

No negative association, just dedication

to watch our paper sprout like this bud
mutation 

[Ron Banks] 
Might sound
strange, but I just can't run away 
I can't
run, run, run away! 
No I just can't run away

I can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away! 
No I
just can't run away 
I can't run run run run
runnnnnn away