Street Livin Teclado

	  
Intro 
   Bm 
Streets, streets 
       Bm 
Livin' in the streets 

verse 1: will.i.am 
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 Street livin', caught in the trap 
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 Guns or books, sell crack or rap 
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 Be like kings or be like pawns 
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 They called us coons, now they call us cons 
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 Street niggas be packing pistols 
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 Terrorists be blasting missiles 
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 Crips and Bloods and retail thugs 
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 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 
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So, forget about the statue of General Lee 
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Because the status of blacks are generally 
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Gonna end up in some penitentiary 
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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 
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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 
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'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 
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 Street livin', tough conditions 
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 Brainwashed by the television 
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 We lost in the world we live in 
  Bm 
 Double cross love lost no religion 
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 Street livin', oh my gosh 
   Bm 
 Another brother got shot by the searg' 
   Bm 
 Another cop got off with no charge 
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 If you black in the hood, you at large 
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You're guilty until you prove you're innocent 
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If you're ivory, they treat you different 
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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? 
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 Born and bred but you're still an immigrant 
N.C. 
 And if you ain't dead, you can see imprisonment 

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 There's more niggas in the prisons than there ever was slaves cotton picking 
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 There's more niggas that's rotting in the prisons than there ever was slaves cotton picking 
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 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 
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 The life you choose could be the life you lose 
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 Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes 
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 Street livin', ain't no joke 
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 It's a cold world, better bring your coat 
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 Revoke 'cause the streets are broke 
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 And now they wanna take away our dreams and hopes 
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 Street livin', no economics 
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 No way out of the Reaganomics 
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 Infected by the black plague, new bubonic 
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 No comprende, we speak ebonics 
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 Street livin', what's your position? 
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 You can take action or take a dick and listen 
     Bm 
 You can get fucked by the system 
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 Or you can say "fuck the system"