Street Livin

Black Eyed Peas

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Tom:
Bm Streets, streets
Bm Livin' in the streets [Verse 1: will.i.am]
Bm Street livin', caught in the trap
Bm Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Bm Be like kings or be like pawns
Bm They called us coons, now they call us cons
Bm Street niggas be packing pistols
Bm Terrorists be blasting missiles
Bm Crips and Bloods and retail thugs
Bm CIA planes bring Colombian drugs in N.C. Don't push me 'cause I'm close to hell N.C. The teachers in my neighborhood can hardly spell N.C. And compare to them, prison guards get paid well N.C. Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale N.C. So, forget about the statue of General Lee N.C. Because the status of blacks are generally N.C. Gonna end up in some penitentiary N.C. Systematically, that's how they made it to be
Bm Listen, they derailed the soul train
Bm And put a nightmare in every Martin Luther King
Bm And privatized prisons are owned by the same
Bm Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
Bm And racists no longer have to be racist
Bm 'Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Bm Now, every time I hear a new def jam N.C. Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan N.C. I understand what's a nigga to choose? N.C. Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news N.C. I get it, what's a nigga to do? N.C. No education in the hood got a nigga confused [Verse 2: apl.de.ap]
Bm Street livin', tough conditions
Bm Brainwashed by the television
Bm We lost in the world we live in
Bm Double cross love lost no religion
Bm Street livin', oh my gosh
Bm Another brother got shot by the searg'
Bm Another cop got off with no charge
Bm If you black in the hood, you at large
Bm You're guilty until you prove you're innocent
Bm If you're ivory, they treat you different
Bm If you're ebony, they assume your temperament
Bm Will be vigilant and they call you militant
Bm And you'll get shot and they'll say the incident
Bm Is 'cause you're belligerent, what a coincidence?
Bm Born and bred but you're still an immigrant N.C. And if you ain't dead, you can see imprisonment [Chorus: will.i.am]
Bm There's more niggas in the prisons than there ever was slaves cotton picking
Bm There's more niggas that's rotting in the prisons than there ever was slaves cotton picking
Bm So, how we gon' get up out the trap?
Bm Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Bm Street livin', hustle or hoops
Bm Guns or books, get shot or shoot [Verse 3: Taboo]
Bm Street livin', ain't no rules
Bm Break the law, make the breakin' news
Bm The life you choose could be the life you lose
Bm Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Bm Street livin', ain't no joke
Bm It's a cold world, better bring your coat
Bm Revoke 'cause the streets are broke
Bm And now they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Bm Street livin', no economics
Bm No way out of the Reaganomics
Bm Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
Bm No comprende, we speak ebonics
Bm Street livin', what's your position?
Bm You can take action or take a dick and listen
Bm You can get fucked by the system
Bm Or you can say "fuck the system"
Informações da música

Composição: Eumir Deodato, Pacifico Mascarenhas, Will.i.am., Allan (Us 3), Gomez Jaime Luis e Joshua Alvarez

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