Raised In the System

Lyrics

[Chorus: ] I was raised in the system Grew up as a victim In these concrete streets Just wanna get by La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, yea, yea [Verse 1: ] I'm in it, fuck the world, on moms, I'm living my life A gutter nigga, blow weed, I'm hood for life Catch me in the hood, grinding and hustling, nigga! I got powder in my nails from the bricks we flippin' Dope fiends holla at me when I'm grinding the block I play it smart, you dumb niggas gon' get shot Play my position, I'm ready for war up in these streets Surviving, 'cause my momma taught me how to eat "Pay bills and handle your biz 'cause life too short" I took her advice, but still I'm smoking on Newport Scarred for life, I'm Hell-bound, fuck you, nigga! I got a uzi at the house and a chopper, nigga! Brooklyn in this bitch by a certified gangsta A nigga who ain't scared to ride on all you pranksters Paid my dues in the hood, still on the block Run from the cops, and it's "fuck 'em" on my block It's anybody killer, and fuck all you rap niggas God as my witness, I'm coming, I ain't bullshittin' I'm ready for war, I'm ready for beef And when it's on, catch me up in the streets, motherfucker [Hook: ] I'm a certified gangster, roaming the block I hustle everyday and I hustle non-stop I'm going for they ass if they plotting on the block You better prepare for war, 'fore your ass gets shot [Chorus: ] I was raised in the system Grew up as a victim In these concrete streets Just wanna get by La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, yea, yea [Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz] What's up, niggas? Sticky Fingaz up in this bitch I'm on that Brooklyn bullshit, from Grave Street to the bricks Don't make me click-clack-blaow at your wig Doing dirt, motherfucker, till I'm filthy rich No matter where I been, I always brought a piece of the projects When I ain't had nothing but linen increase in my pockets I do what I want, I don't care if nobody like me I ain't here to make friends, I split your head to the white meat You acting like a bitch, emotional like wifey Could've ripped your fucking heart out, you wanna be like me? When I be cleaning my gun, I be singing this shit Sharpening my knife, singing this shit Loading bullets in the clip, niggas singing this shit And at your eulogy, they gon' be singing this shit [Hook: ] I'm a certified gangster, roaming the block I hustle everyday and I hustle non-stop I'm going for they ass if they plotting on the block You better prepare for war, 'fore your ass gets shot [Bridge: ] Believe me, 'lieve me, it's the season We spit real talk 'cause the streets, they need this See I, I preach it, really gon' teach it All lil homies, nephews and nieces It's all real talk and it's here for life The streets don't play, you might die tonight, damn The streets don't play, you might die tonight [Hook: ] I'm a certified gangster, roaming the block I hustle everyday and I hustle non-stop I'm going for they ass if they plotting on the block You better prepare for war, 'fore your ass gets shot