The Streetz R Deathrow

Surviving Deathrow: 2Pac's Gritty Tale of Urban Struggle
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Lyrics

Growing up as an inner city brother

Growing up in an urban area as a young man

Where every other had a pops and a mother

Where most individuals had both a father and a mother

I was the product of a heated lover

I am the result of passionate love between my parents

Nobody knew how deep it screwed me

No one understood the profound impact it had on me

And since my pops never knew me

My father never had the chance to know me

My family didn't know what to do with me

My family was uncertain about how to handle me

Was I somebody they despise? Curious look in they eyes

People seemed to look at me with suspicion or dislike

As if they wonder if I'm dead or alive

They wondered if I was alive or dead

Poor momma can't control me

My mother couldn't control my actions

Quit tryin' to save my soul, I want to roll with my homies

I prefer to spend time with my friends than follow moral guidance

A tickin' timebomb, an't nobody fade me, packin' a 380

Feel like a time bomb, ready to explode, carrying a gun

And fiendin' for my Mercedes

Desiring material possessions like a Mercedes

Suckers scatter but it don't matter, I'm a cool shot

Enemies flee, but it doesn't matter; I remain composed

Punks drop from all the buckshots the fools got

Others fall victim to the gunfire from my adversaries

I'm tired of being a nice guy

Tired of being kind and considerate

I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why

Despite poverty, unsure of its exact cause

So they label me a lunatic, could care less

People see me as insane, but I am indifferent to their opinions

Death or success is what I quest 'cause I'm fearless

Ready to embrace either death or success without fear

Now The streets is deathrow

The environment of the streets resembles a place of execution


('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')

The chorus repeats, emphasizing the dangerous nature of the streets

The streets is deathrow (like it ain't nothin)

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('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') uh

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The streets is deathrow (like it ain't nothin)

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I just murdered a man, I'm even more stresse

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Wearin' a vest, hopin' that they're aimin' at my chest

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Much too young to bite the bullet, hand on the trigga

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I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it

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I hope I live to be a man

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Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in the state pen

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Counting pennies over the years I'd done stacked many

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Proving wrong those who swore I wouldn't live to twenty

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Now they gotta cope, since it's the only thing I know

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It's difficult to let it go

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I'm startin' to lose my hair 'cause I worry

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Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buried

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But now I gotta move away now (way now)

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'Cause these suckers love to spray where I lay down (lay down)

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My homie lost his family, he snapped

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Shot up half the block to bring them back

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The streets is deathrow

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('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')

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The streets is deathrow (like it ain't nothin)

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('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') uh

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The streets is deathrow (like it ain't nothin)

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('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') yeah

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The streets is deathrow (like it ain't nothin)

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('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')

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(Like it ain't nothin)

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I'm dangerous when drunk, I only drink beer

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Gin makes me sin, unable to think clear

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Hennessy makes me think my enemy is getting close

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Boom, boom, boom, got me shooting at a ghost

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Some call me crazy but this is what you gave me

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Amongst the babies who raised up from the slavery

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I sport a vest and hit the sess to kill the stress

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Moved out West and I invest in all the best

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Those who test'll find a bullet in they chest

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Put to rest, by a brother who was hopeless

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Grow up broke, on the rope of insanity

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How many pistols smoking comin' from a broken family?

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I'm sick of being tired

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Sick of the sirens, bodybags, and the guns firin'

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Tell Bush push the button 'cause I'm fed

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Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

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The streets is deathrow

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('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') yeah

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The streets is deathrow (like it ain't nothin)

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('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') uh

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The streets is deathrow (like it ain't nothin)

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('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') yeah, yeah

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The streets is deathrow (like it ain't nothin)

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('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') yeah, uh, yeah

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The streets is deathrow (like it ain't nothin)

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('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')

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This go out to my partners in the Live Squad

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And all my homies out there involved in that 187 (like it ain't nothin)

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('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')

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Watch your back (I love it when they fear me) (like it ain't nothin)

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There's got to be a better way ('cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')

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There's too many of us in the cemetery

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(I love it when they fear me) (like it ain't nothin)

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Come on, what we gonna do now? ('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')

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(I love it when they fear me) (like it ain't nothin)

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The streets is deathrow

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The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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