Descriptions

[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