i don t know

Slaughterhouse

Man these streets keep on callin me
Will I ever make it out of here
I dont know (4X)

Man these streets keep on callin me
Will I ever make it out of here
I dont know (4X)

Check man it's something bout that rush that you get
When you cut up a brick
When you riding by the narcs right after bustin' a lick
When put that V in park and shorty suckin' ya dick
And you do that shit so much that sometimes you fuckin' forget
It's the way they respect you, the way that they fear you
No one second guess you, when you talking they hear you
It's something about that rubber band bout to pop and dimes trying to hold ya fuckin hand walking out the spot
Everyday a pay day, you never try and make way
Feelin like JJ, dynamite in ya hay day
May kick it like Pelé on the stair 'round a way day
Or wake up and say hey, spontaneous vaycay
They mad like ?, you tryna find Advil
It's that type of morning, you spent last night ballin'
God spoke to me I know that rap's my calling
But even with these Dres loud I hear that fast life calling

Man these streets keep on callin me
Will I ever make it out of here
I dont know (4X)

Man these streets keep on callin me
Will I ever make it out of here
I dont know (4X)

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Dawg, the streets used to have my number
Back when I had the 15 inch screen
Middle console of the Hummer
Back when I thought it'd be my last summer
Starin' at the burner eyes wider than a plunger
Where on sight they would expunge ya
Had I stayed I wouldn't have lasted long
Taught me everything at my high school they didn't have classes on
Older niggas passed it on
There's a gap in our generation, these younger dudes is [?]
We used to ask who was snitchin' but nowadays who ain't?
Had to keep the 4 pound every block had his own pound
If a showdown where to go down, they'll turn this shit into a ghost town
Lost so many niggas we could be goin fast
Honestly I don't think a morning passed I wasn't mourning who had passed
And after that life expectancy, what we don't expect to see
It's a bunch of niggas breathing right now that's dead to me
And I'm one of the few that made it out the hood successfully
I lose all my celebrity all my Rugers left with me

Man these streets keep on callin me
Will I ever make it out of here
I dont know (4X)

Man these streets keep on callin me
Will I ever make it out of here
I dont know (4X)

Every now and then you gotta demonstrate
Bust a nigga head for old times sake
Look at those signs say
Welcome to the D
The city that sittin inside a mitten
You know the crime state
Where Jimmy Hoffa's body locked away in a safe
At a time in place where not even time safe
I wear a hoodie to war they talkin about me now
I wonder would he mature he suppose to be lookin for me now
Claim they hidin from me now
Until you find me with my foot in your door
The street said I made a sextape
No the fuck i didn't
If i did MTV would nominated me for a Woody Award
Thats off the topic tho
Niggas walked in my house and shoppin in my closet dog im not the store
With everything i do niggas still shit on me
See Boogie Brown told me get over it nigga this ain't like you
And Imma take cuz advice and move on from you niggas
Try to move on me Imma take yo life

Man these streets keep on callin me
Will I ever make it out of here
I dont know (4X)

Man these streets keep on callin me
Will I ever make it out of here
I dont know (4X)