Street Life
Hostyle Lyrics

Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
There will always be those who keep doing what they do, and those who keep opposing them

So much to say, so little time
There is a lot to be said, but not enough time to say it all

For the hood that I pray
I pray for the neighborhood I come from

Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow
I dislike those who hate on me, and I hope their demise is slow and painful

Wash my hands in some in-scent smoke
I cleanse myself with the smoke of a particular scent

Pull a leaf off a tree
I pick a leaf from a tree

Flip it over nothing innocent though
I do something that is not innocent with the leaf

City split it over to me
The city gives me what I need to do what I do

Hennessey spilling over tenements of QB
Hennessey is being spilled over the buildings and neighborhoods of Queensbridge

It's real or more a day
This is the reality of my everyday life

Plenty of ways to die
There are many ways for me to die

Plenty of ways to survive
There are many ways for me to survive

Plenty of ways gettin' high
There are many ways for me to get high

Straight sip the innocent kind
I only consume the 'innocent' type of drug

And the rest unjustified with an alibi, normal racquets
The other types of drugs are unjustifiable, and they are commonly used by those in the drug trade

Undercovers with heat in their slumber jackets
Police officers in plain clothes have guns concealed in their jackets

Government badges and colored stripe brackets
Police officers have badges and different colored stripes that signify rank

G's sittin' pretty like cash and (???)
Gangsters are sitting pretty with money and other things

Witty thugs play out; I obey the writer Ala
Clever criminals do whatever they want, while I follow the rules of the Quran

Swaying in and out, above and beyond
I move around skillfully and gracefully, exceeding expectations

The humidity, really got me jittery
The humidity is making me nervous and anxious

Cold like a barrel of ice
It is very cold

Dark shadows of life
There are many tragic and depressing things in life

I put my head on a pillow, di-do-do-ditto
I am going to sleep

What son say, you still know
You already know what I mean

I catch a chill flowing through my temple
I feel a chill running down my spine

It's real simple
It's very simple

Good faith, common sense, six-triple in the mix
I rely on my faith, common sense, and my crew for support

Dippin' through quick aiming to get you; it's the click!
We move around quickly and with purpose, always ready to attack

For the thuns, each one to each one son
For the money, we take care of each other

Street life is all I know
This is the only life I know

Ways to move I pay dues; I'm talking to all of you
I earned my way of life, and I am telling everyone about it

Warfare is when you go
The way of life we live is like being at war

For the cash 'cause I reach for them... reach for them
We do what we do for the money

Full bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories
We have full stomachs and money, but we also have to be careful of our enemies trying to ruin our memories

Yo..It's Hostyle ¿que pasa?
Hey, it's Hostyle. What's up?

No masa; tu eres no problema
No problem or worries here

¿Cliente hah?
What kind of customer are you?

Drama with dada is dangerous
Trouble with the law is risky

Bang with anguish; Flame with a touch
Shoot with pain; ignite with a simple touch

Deranged ain't enough
Being crazy is not sufficient for what we do

Gunpowder laying on my cuff
There is gunpowder residue on my shirt cuff

Call my bluff
Go ahead and test me

The streets don't stop; it's like a marry-go-round
The streets never stop moving, like a merry-go-round

The beats don't stop; multiply various rounds
The music never stops, becoming louder and more intense

Of hard knock, bar locked gates
The environment is tough, and the gates are locked

These are the brakes
This is just how it is

Family ties without a trace
My family is distant and disconnected

Old G's...??? With sheets of casper toke
Old gangsters smoke joints wrapped in sheets of white paper

Premeditated plans later dated
We plan things out carefully, well in advance

Haters waited with iron plated heat
Those who hate us are waiting with guns that have iron plating to protect them

Designed, made miraculously dated in deep memory
Those guns are meticulously crafted and remain deep in our memories

So...keep countin' dollars
Keep making money

Keep mine moving scholars of rap
Keep busy and surround yourself with talented rappers

With a lot of gats; holla' back!
And make sure to have plenty of guns on hand if needed

You'll win by all means
You will come out on top no matter what

Struggle for the cream
Fight for the money

Hustle by ways of being
Use your natural skills to hustle

Don't let prophecy end
Don't let your destiny be ruined

Don't let the Po-Po knock me again
Don't let the police catch me again

Don't let the 'nine' cock freely in sin
Don't let the gun shoot recklessly

Missiles through your flesh tissue... military issue
Bullets that go through your body are standard military ammunition

Guess you understand the risk you take
You knew the risks when you joined this lifestyle

Dissed you on your forehead snake
I disrespected you and called you a snake

More dead weight
More unnecessary baggage to carry around

Pitch fork love; It's for coke thugs
Violence is common, especially among those involved in the cocaine trade

Bitches huffin' & puffin'; huffin' & puffin' about nothin'
Women are complaining about things that don't matter

Watch you say I hold against you in the court of law
Be careful what you say, because it might be used against you in court

Gun firing; wall to wall
Shootouts are happening constantly

(???) closed from burn holes
The curtains are burnt from gunshots

Fires turned on my stone... Fuck That!
My enemies have set fire to my home... I don't accept that

'cause I gotta eat; pockets so swolled
I have to make money to survive

From reasons of livin'
To keep myself alive

The breath I'm givin'
The life I'm living

All the checks I'm scribblin'; it's real baby!
All the money I make is legit and real