One Great City!
{chrous}x2
dont let this streetlife get ya down
dont let this streetlife run u around
{snoop}
since i was young i grew up in the streetlife
times get hard for a gangstar in the streetlife
aint no tellin what my life might be like growin up in the streetlife
you cant tell me shit about these streets homie
i done lived it and done it runnin from the police
out for the money, homies maintain there composure
now that we olders we sellin ki's, bye the douzia
now im a soulja muthafucka for the chips wanna dip to trip
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Tolerance
[ Merchant ]
The still and silence is torn with violence.
A loud breaking sound in the night is made.
Hear it grow, hear it fade.
The sound you're hearing, the sound you're fearing
is the hate that parades up and down our streets, coming within bounds and within reach.
Now, inside the place we hide away, we hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away...
There's something seething in the air we're breathing.
We learn slash and burn is the method to use.
Set a flame, burn it new.
We're overpowered.
We kneel, we cower, we cover our heads.
Feel the threat of blows that will come and the damage that will be done in its wake.
Now, inside this place we hide away, we hear it near although it's miles away.
We hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away...
This house divided, we live inside it.
Hate's dwelling place is behind our door in fitful nights.
Hear it walk the floor and hear it rave as it moans and drags along its ball and chain,
as it moves through this house it can't escape.
Now inside this place we hide away.
We hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away....