Wc The Streets Lyrics

The Streets Lyrics

featuring Ron Banks (from The Dramatics) 

[WC] 
Nineteen-ninety-eight,
damn I can't believe it 
Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to
see it 
So many of us done lost lives to the streets 
As we reminisce I'm
pourin liquor for the deceased 
Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many
of em 
Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium 
Trapped in this
ghetto main, seekin better days 
Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake
these wicked ways 
I know it's wrong but it's hard to change 
All my
life, all I ever knew was hustle and game 
Lookin for answers ever since I
was a adolescent 
Faced with rejection, early age stressin 
But now ten
years later with doodoo respect 
I'm bustin million dollar raps and six
digit checks 
Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change 
Here's a
toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days 

[Ron Banks] 
Might
sound strange, but I just can't run away 
I can't run, run, it might sound
strange 
but I just can't run away 
I can't run, no, run away


[WC] 
Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good 
Never, I still
got love for the neighborhood 
And even though now it's infested with
gunplay 
on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away 
Cause if I shook
like y'all shook on me 
Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil
homies? 
I can't turn my head on my folks 
so I stay visible in these
streets and try to give hope 
Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto

Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto 
How come everytime
we get some change in our can 
we run away and try to move out as far as we
can? 
I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse 
than a
devil when you turn your back on these young G's 
Now feel every word that I
say, hear my cry 
as I struggle out of thirst and search for better days


[Ron Banks] 
Might sound strange, but I just can't run away 
I
can't run, run, run away! 
Said I just can't run away 
I can't run, run,
run away 
No I just can't run away 
I can't run, run, runnnnnn away!


[WC] 
Another day another dollar, it feels good to look around

and see I'm surrounded by real riders 
Childhood comrades I ran with for
years 
Shared the same beer and tears over the same peers 
Player haters
swearin that all we all G's 
off each others strength with these, regulates
the same cheese 
No jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge 
Lace each
other with game, so I can spin beer cans 
Watch our kids grow together, as
we get old together 
Loc I mean this, let no one come in between this

Keep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed 
on those we
consider as foes 
Outsiders never exposed to your hustle 
Plus I'm, never
been one likely to trust em 
No negative association, just dedication 
to
watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation 

[Ron Banks] 
Might
sound strange, but I just can't run away 
I can't run, run, run away! 
No
I just can't run away 
I can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away! 
No I just
can't run away 
I can't run run run run runnnnnn away