Street Struck

作词 : L. Coleman/R. Hall

作曲 : L. Coleman/R. Hall

Yeah, it's the Big L

Coming at you once again, in nine-five

And I dedicate this one

To all my peoples from Uptown

And everywhere, check it, yo

Where I'm from it ain't cookies and cream

There's a lot of peer pressure

Growin' up as a young teen

You never know when you gonna get wet

'Cause mad clowns be catchin' wreck with a Tec

Just to get a rep

Instead of cool friends

They'd rather hang with male thugs

Instead of goin' to school

They'd rather sell drugs

It's best to go the right route and not the wrong one

Because it's gonna catch up with you in the long run

Brothers be on the corners

Actin' stupid, gettin' lifted

They life is twisted

And most of them are quite gifted

In other words, they got talent

But they'd rather sell cracks and bust gats

And run the streets actin' violent

To them it's all about hittin' skins

And makin' some easy green

'Cause that's all they show you on the TV screen

All they care about is a buck or bustin' a sweet nut

They don't give a (What?)

Cause they street struck

You better listen to L rhyme

Cause being street struck'll get you nothin'

But a bullet or jail time

So pay attention when L rhyme

Cause being street struck'll get you nothin'

But a bullet or jail time

Before the rap contract, I was sellin' crack

Stay strapped with a Mac, I was into all of that

I started rappin' and got nice as hell

If it wasn't for this I might be doin' life in jail

And some of my peeps are still in the game selling 'caine

If that's what you gotta do to maintain

Go 'head and do your thang

But with the cash profit, make an investment

And try not to go to the grave like the rest went

Cause you can be rich with crazy loot

Own a house and nine cars

What good is that if you're dead or behind bars?

And yo, it's not even funny

I've seen a lot of my peers

Give up their careers for some fast money

They could've been boxers

Ballplayers, or rap singers

Instead they bank robbers and crack slingers

Ayo, they used to be legit kids, now they corrupt

They had dreams but gave 'em up

Cause they street struck

You better listen to L rhyme

'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin'

But a bullet or jail time

So pay attention when L rhyme

'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin'

But a bullet or jail time

You better listen to L rhyme

'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin'

But a bullet or jail time

So pay attention when L rhyme

'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin'

But a bullet or jail time

I still chill with my peeps in the streets

But most of the time I'm in the crib

Writing rhymes to some dope beats

Or either calling up some freaks to bone

But word up, I try to leave the streets alone

But it's crazy hard kid

In other words, it's spooky

The streets be callin' me

Like the crack be callin' Pookie

It ain't a dumb joke, listen to this young folk

'Cause where I'm from

You can choke from the gun smoke

Stay off the corners

That might be your best plan

Before you catch a bullet

That was meant for the next man

Or end up with a deep cut

Or relaxin' on a hospital bed

From bein' street struck

You better listen to L rhyme

'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin'

But a bullet or jail time

So pay attention when L rhyme

'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin'

But a bullet or jail time

You better listen to L rhyme

'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin'

But a bullet or jail time

So pay attention when L rhyme

'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin'

But a bullet or jail time

Word up, ayo take it from me, the Big L

'Cause I been through it all

You know what I'm sayin'?

Stay off them corners you'll stay out of trouble

And I gotta say rest in peace

To all the casualties of the streets

I'm outta here