Just Like Us Lyrics - Decade - Sticky Fingaz

(featuring Geneveese & X-1) 

This is as close you gon' get to the streets without gettin shot 

[Chorus] 

In the streets 

Cock guns and bust yo' heat 

In the streets 

Where we live and die for beef 

In the streets 

Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets 

In the streets 

By any means we gon' eat 

In the streets 

Sellin drugs you might blow up 

In the streets 

They got hos to set you up 

In the streets 

Even police is corrupt 

In the streets 

There's a million niggaz just like us 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

I swear I ain't been the same since they had to bury my pops 

I'm uncivilized like I was raised in a box 

I'm told get your sister raped nigga makin you watch 

Fuck the cops, fuck the world, I'm above the law 

They can't catch me, what you think the gloves is for? 

Got your ear to the street, you ain't hearin me 

Motherfucker, the streets got they ear to me 

Speak my name, better think careful duke 

Like when clingin on to life who gon' be there for you? 

Get blood on they seats, drive you to the hospital 

I got an image to protect and records to sell 

Nobody!!! Cause you goin to hell 

Besides a one sided story is easy to tell 

My poster on the wall only way you see me in jail 

Sticky Fingaz nigga, the legend, the myth 

Niggaz get shot everytime I shoot the gift 

[Chorus] 

[X-1] 

I banged out in dorms and tore mouths off 

While y'all run to cops as soon as it pops off 

I can't respect lames when I'm knowin you soft 

That's why I feel the pain for my thugs up north 

No regrets in this world, not one care 

No respect for this world without no peers 

They did me wrong for years, I'm finally gettin back 

Never sheaded a tear seein niggaz on they back 

Lord knows it hurts to put his people in the dirt 

Bullet holes in shirts and chumps buried in skirts 

Prayin to God is hard, these streets don't play 

But you gotta keep up your guard and hope the pain go away 

I'm from where they shoot street lights out 

And you gotta yell to talk over passin trains 

And watch who you fuck with when passin 'cain 

Cause them same fists'll get your wrists trapped in chains, nigga 

[Chorus] 

[Geneveese] 

My killers move triggers and set firearms off 

Smoke the type of blunts that set fire alarms off 

One shot'll blow your face, chest and your arms off 

Murderin Guiliani for all the pain that he's causin 

Launderin dirty laundry through banks of corporate ? 

Shit doctors can only calm me til the drugs wear off 

One pump of the sawed-off and your squad'll be hauled off 

Dropped her off in the car lock, locked in the trunk of the car 

Shit's official, we spittin through government issue 

40 automatic pistols rippin through brain tissue 

Stuffin coke up wit your bitch I'll piss through 

And a black on black lambo, puffin on A Line Of Crystal! 

Under our politics, codes of the street 

Never negotiate with killers with intentions of breach 

Only associate with villains if you willin to bleed 

Cause leakin'll get your mother hogtied and brutally beat 

[Chorus]