Big L - Street Struck Lyrics
[big l]Yeah, its the big lComin at you once again, in nine-fiveAnd I dedicate this oneTo all my peoples from uptown.. and everywhereCheck it!Yo where Im from it aint cookies and creamTheres a lot of peer pressure growin up as a young teenYou never know when you gonna get wetCause mad clowns be catchin wreck with a tec just to get a repInstead of cool friends, theyd rather hang with male thugsInstead of goin to school, theyd rather sell drugsIts best to go the right route and not the wrong oneBecause its gonna catch up witchu in the long runBrothers be all up on us, actin stupid, gettin liftedThey life is twisted, and most of them are quite giftedIn other words, they got talent; but theyd rather sell cracksAnd bust gats and run the streets actin violentTo them its all about hittin skinz and makin some easy greenCause thats all they show you on the tv screenAll they care about is a buck or bustin a sweet nutThey dont give a (what? ) cause they street struckChorus: big lYou betta listen when l rhyme; cause bein street struckllGet you nuttin but a bullet or jail timeSo pay attention when l rhyme; cause bein street struckllGet you nuttin but a bullet or jail time[big l]Before the rap contract, I was sellin crackStay strapped with a mac, I was into alla thatI started rappin and got nice as hellIf it wasnt for this I might be doin life in jailAnd some of my peeps are still in the game sellin caineIf thats what you gotta do to maintain, go head and do your thangBut with the cash profit make an investmentAnd try not to go to the grave like the rest wentCause you can be rich with crazy loot, own a house and nine carsWhat good is that, if youre dead, or behind bars?And yo its not even funnyIve seen a lot of my peers give up they careers for some fast moneyThey couldve been boxers, ballplayers or rap singersInstead they bank robbers and crack slingersAiyyo they used to be legit kids, now they corruptThey had dreams but gave em up cause they street struckChorus: repeat 2x[big l]I still chill with my peeps in the streets; but most of the timeIm in the crib, writin rhymes to some dope beatsOr either callin up some freaks to boneBut word up, I try to leave the streets aloneBut its crazy hard kid, in other words, its spookyThe streets be callin me, like the crack be callin pookieIt aint a dumb joke, listen to this young folkCause where Im from -- you can choke from the gunsmokeStay off the corners; that might be your best planBefore you catch a bullet that was meant for the next manOr end up with a deep cutOr relaxin on a hospital bed, from bein street struckChorus: repeat 2x[big l]Worrrd up!Aiyyo take it from me, the big lCause I been through it all, youknowhatimsayin?Stay off them corners youll stay out of troubleAnd I gotta say rest in peace to all the cats teasin streetsIm outta here
