Growing Up In These Streets - Dj Kay Slay, Ghostface Killah, AZ

Word to mama, man, damn

Tryna get the fuck up outta there, huh?

It’s real life, man

Just gotta keep your head in the right direction,

Don’t play with these niggas out here

Gotta be strong though

Only the strong survive, you heard?

Real rap, The Chef, yeah

Hey, yo

From blazin' chandeliers on throats, we gangstas with hope

With trappers in traffic, there’s land on the coast

Pipelines be pumpin' nighttime with kilos dispersed

A bulletproof hearse in back of the church, see they grind

The timeline won’t even last, they 25's, quick to spaz

Yeah, then flip on that ass

The block’s burnin'

Narcs and sharks, thugs and drugs

Clogs and knots and rocks and parks

Hold your slime, I need money

But hate bein' the stickup kid

'Cause what I did could have cost me a whole lifetime

And everybody knowin' everybody

Niggas in front of the lobbies until bodies drop

How he got lined?

Keep it movin', keep your loved ones movin'

See, we started a movement

I guess we Grand Groovin', y’all

Checks the shines until then we fine

Cash rule everything around mine in the mind

Now rewind, yo

What is it?

Real-life

Huh, traumatizin'

Word up

Concrete jungle

The real question is

What I didn’t see, ha ha

Uh

Days to decades, the drugs raids to sex craze

From Fruits Loops and leche made it to head jefe

Fiends on check day, murder scenes when the TEC spray

The segue, you gotta have sight beyond the X-ray

Pump shotties, slump bodies in front lobbies

Young hotties gettin' drunk hoppin' in Mazzies

Blunt robberies, niggas owin', tip toein', it’s sick

Been in the mix since Slick Rick flowin', legit

Lost for words when they offed the homie Surge on the jooks

My whole outlook on life was blurred

Them corner curves just bein' there, ain’t even fair

And as far as leavin' there, if you do, I don’t even care

Seen it all from Sutter Ave to Seton Hall

East Elmhurst to Eaton wall, we grieve and more

Same song just sets changin', rep claimin'

From sellin' crack to rap, I kept aimin'

Yeah, Kay Slay shit, baby

Let’s go in

Shootouts, unexplainable murders where shit runs deep

Late-night commotions, the neighbors can’t sleep

That’s why I pose in the flicks with my heat, one deep

I got burners all over the place like a song leak

My man open arms for a hug, I’m reachin'

I gotta tell myself take your hand off the grip, they greetin' (Get off the gun,

man)

Automatic spit like a dumb bitch with a tongue ring

It’s classic like them DAT machines up in King (Woo)

Death before dishonor, we pray for your mama

She don’t never have to pick a killer’s face in a lineup (Nah)

His criminal lawyer, his face resembles a young Oscar De La Hoya

This kid’s attorney is torture

In these streets, dust heads big bags of

Like a skeleton sucked in, they bones is weak

Miss ya, ATF come through swingin' that big shit

No Popeyes, they here to put two in your biscuit