Street Struck Lyrics - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor And Dangerous - Big L

[big l] 

Yeah, it's the big l 

Comin at you once again, in nine-five 

And I dedicate this one 

To all my peoples from uptown.. and everywhere 

Check it! 

Yo where I'm from it ain't cookies and cream 

There's a lot of peer pressure growin up as a young teen 

You never know when you gonna get wet 

Cause mad clowns be catchin wreck with a tec just to get a rep 

Instead of cool friends, they'd rather hang with male thugs 

Instead of goin to school, they'd rather sell drugs 

It's best to go the right route and not the wrong one 

Because it's gonna catch up witchu in the long run 

Brothers be all up on us, actin stupid, gettin lifted 

They life is twisted, and most of them are quite gifted 

In other words, they got talent; but they'd rather sell cracks 

And bust gats and run the streets actin violent 

To them it's all about hittin skinz and makin some easy green 

Cause that's all they show you on the tv screen 

All they care about is a buck or bustin a sweet nut 

They don't give a (what? ) cause they street struck 

Chorus: big l 

You betta listen when l rhyme; cause bein street struck'll 

Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time 

So pay attention when l rhyme; cause bein street struck'll 

Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time 

[big l] 

Before the rap contract, I was sellin crack 

Stay strapped with a mac, I was into alla that 

I started rappin and got nice as hell 

If it wasn't for this I might be doin life in jail 

And some of my peeps are still in the game sellin 'caine 

If that's what you gotta do to maintain, go 'head and do your thang 

But with the cash profit make an investment 

And try not to go to the grave like the rest went 

Cause you can be rich with crazy loot, own a house and nine cars 

What good is that, if you're dead, or behind bars? 

And yo it's not even funny 

I've seen a lot of my peers give up they careers for some fast money 

They could've been boxers, ballplayers or rap singers 

Instead they bank robbers and crack slingers 

Aiyyo they used to be legit kids, now they corrupt 

They had dreams but gave em up cause they street struck 

Chorus: repeat 2x 

[big l] 

I still chill with my peeps in the streets; but most of the time 

I'm in the crib, writin rhymes to some dope beats 

Or either callin up some freaks to bone 

But word up, I try to leave the streets alone 

But it's crazy hard kid, in other words, it's spooky 

The streets be callin me, like the crack be callin pookie 

It ain't a dumb joke, listen to this young folk 

Cause where I'm from -- you can choke from the gunsmoke 

Stay off the corners; that might be your best plan 

Before you catch a bullet that was meant for the next man 

Or end up with a deep cut 

Or relaxin on a hospital bed, from bein street struck 

Chorus: repeat 2x 

[big l] 

Worrrd up! 

Aiyyo take it from me, the big l 

Cause I been through it all, youknowhati'msayin? 

Stay off them corners you'll stay out of trouble 

And I gotta say rest in peace to all the cats teasin streets 

I'm outta here