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 Damien My Streets LyricsWe smoke dubs on hot streets Watch hoes creep Drop hits of acids in 3's Blow up bitch police As they drive down my street In their ugly ass caprice Walk away and say peace Watch tramp ass hood rats Walk around with fake gats Poppin pills of x lax Beat em down and puttem on the rail road tracks Bunch of hoes that can't ball Just a bunch of hacks Can't handle 6 packs But I need to relax Cause im about to react These bitches wanna compete You about to be made obsolete And wind up on the concrete As I bust out my heat But yo ass is used to defeat So you become discreet Now you wanna come up to me wit beef Well let me brief Ima murder you like I did the chief of police Run off and shoot up NBD Take the money and run Go by some tight ass Detroit chron Get blazed up and flee Back to the crime scene I get a rush off the trouble I cause As I break the city bylaws And leave people in aws While they wonder y I did this You damn right I did it And I'll do it again I might as well be blacklisted Cause I don't even exist So what am I to do Wait for a breakthrough Just so my album can debut But when will I be noticed And become a talented artist This is how it is on my streets We walk around and carry beefs Cause weve lost all belief But this ain't no time to grief I should write a song about the hell I cause As I get fucked up and traumatized And listen to tupacs still I rise And wonder y I even try Their can't be two of us So I better bust im a drunken lush And I ain't even worth the fuss I get on the mike and jus cuss About how I wanna kill a bitch named russ Strangle him and beat him over the head With his own bed post Cause I hate bitch talking hoes And especially weak ass homos Who don't wanna throw down with me Youll find you ass hangin dead from a tree This is how it is on my streets We walk around and carry beefs Cause weve lost all belief But this ain't no time to grief I don't take shit from peeps I ain't got no beef After I put you 7ft deep This anger needs to be released Cause the insanity just increased So what am I to do Yell at bitches in drive throughs Walkin around pissed at every crew Wanting to kill everyone even you Cause of this tension from when I grew I see you stumbling around drunk And run you over in my truck Claim it was an accident Cause that's how it is on my streets You wouldn't know about that So put away that fake gat Send "My Streets" Ringtone to your Cell
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