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[Intro: Streetlife] Yeah, word up Trapped up in this bitch, on the run As usual, you know me, trynna get on Niggas frontin', on the don, fucked up But it's real, word up (yo, yo) [Verse 1: Streetlife] Description, brown skin male, last seen With Keyon father, weighin' up grams on the scale I'm out of order, kidnap the general's daughter Left her butt naked for dead, on the south of the border How surveillance got my moves on watch? They got me labeled as the criminal Master mind, behind the plot Watch me call a Makaveli like Pac Fake my own death, relocate, set up shop I keep a picture with, all my kids, buried in A stash box with a Glock, write next to the bridge Just in case I gots to go on the lamb Live off land, sleep in vans, and eat out of cans Yo, my life is like the rolling for dice, I been Stereotyped, I don't care what the media write I'm scarred for life, that's why I walks with a knife Catch me in back of the church, fuckin' the preacher's wife [Chorus: Streetlife] Description, brown skin male, last seen Last seen, last, last, last heard [Verse 2: Why] Last heard, five eleven, brown skin male Niggas get poked in jail, while I'm stressin' for bail Niggas know the kid bangin' for real, bangin' this steel Raised in the field, where you kill or be killed Walk the walk, if you talk the talk, my words is real I'm a predicite, they call me fingers in jail My name ring rings, from Clinton to Sing-Sing To C-74, one lower bing, feel me The feds probably killed me, cuz bodies is droppin' And I ain't stoppin' until I'm filthy Word on the street, he was last seen in Philly Description, as far as I can recollect, y'all lost respect Lost the right, to talk about, bustin' your techs Once the name's on the affidavit, statin' your sex If you the reason niggas up north, increasin' they reps Then you know, every pull up is to pop your neck It ain't no poster on the block, if you ain't got respect My description is so low key, hate to be mentioned It's out of sight, I play the distance I do my dirt all by my lonely, from my Past experience, fuck a Co-D My only fam is a gun, I can trust to hold me Niggas is evil, shoutin' they got love for me [Chorus: Streetlife] Description, brown skin male, last seen Last seen, last, last, last heard