paroles de chanson Street Life - M.O.P. feat. DeMarco

Who said life was an easy road
A lot of people can't even bear my load
Hustle everyday when we touch the road
Yo mi just can't leave the streets

Street life
It give me money and my food and my bills dem paid
Street life
Now everybody calls you boss because you got shit made

Street life
Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin' unda di shade
Street life
Oh, oh, the street life, honor that

Now you can sit around and watch it all go down around you
Or you can imitate the ways the killers and cars move
You can't simulate the days when they played by the rules
And if you wasn't in the maze you really can't drop jewels

You really can't understand, how a boy could be fooled
And when he turned twenty nine he still need to be schooled
See it's a difference in takin' a stand and mannin' up
As apposed to bein' a man and standin' up

Listen I already been there
That book of live men small section of survivors, my name in there
From rollin' with the riders, you couldn't pretend there
With live men beside us, we still couldn't win there

They showed us how to send there, and get the attention of the Feds
And be the stars when the eulogy is read
The way they worshipin' the bread, the day is not okay
For good people that may never get ahead, let us pray

Who said life was an easy road
A lot of people can't even bear my load
Hustle everyday when we touch the road
Yo mi just can't leave the streets

Street life
It give me money and my food and my bills dem paid
Street life
Now everybody calls you boss because you got shit made

Street life
Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin' unda di shade
Street life
Oh, oh, the street life, honor that

I live it for the homies that's gone and and the homies that's still around
The O.G.'S that did it for years, career criminals
For the homies locked down since the days of a juvenile
Tryin' to maintain in the game cause they just gettin' out

They lost, you got some livin in the now
You know them schisty ass individuals livin' foul
He claim that he got it locked but he still 'gon run to the store
To get a dutch for the lil' homey on the block

The game's fucked up, shit is reversed now
The hood is lookin like the suburbs now which way is home?
Just do what you always did or you 'gon get what you always got
Get stabbed get shot, the street life

Who said life was an easy road
A lot of people can't even bear my load
Hustle everyday when we touch the road
Yo mi just can't leave the streets

Street life
It give me money and my food and my bills dem paid
Street life
Now everybody calls you boss because you got shit made

Street life
Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin' unda di shade
Street life
Oh, oh, the street life, honor that