Street Justice
Mr. Smith Lyrics


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They doubted that I’ll ever make it this far
I’m shitting on them now cause
I was piss poor
Swear you down to kill with that steel
But that steel don’t make you real
If you can’t even win a fist war
So fuck it, I shoot back at you cowards
Your death the pastor announces
Because we acting on violence
It’s either that or keep silent

Always testing nigga back and
Back on a challenge so what’s your choice?
It’s kill or be killed, what?
This life for me was given
It’s pimping or prisons
Visit's over missions of your digit's
Getting questioned, for nothing
So where you from, you fucker
We busting over discussion
It’s justice to get concussions, huh
You asked for it
Might as well get cashed for it
Price is on your head now
It’s leaking from the dashboard
Cold world, so keep a heater
If you never trust in Jesus
Let me make you a believer! Meet him
Cause you would do the same
Take aim at niggas brains
And wouldn’t care of no one names
I shot ak’s, handguns and shotguns
Justify your pride, I would stand
I would not run, i got mine

Your heart is cold and there’s
No one to run to i grab my gun
Cause that’s how I know to protect you
Street justice, street justice
Street justice, street justice
This is my life
And that’s how I’m gonna protect you
Street justice

This is dedicated, 25 summers I waited
Back when papa was sedated
Uncles all incarcerated
25 cousins to play with
Also 2 grandmas I played with
One had died, one moved to Vegas
Both had died, I started raging
Back when LA get the laces
With the blue sprinkles and
Only broke our concentration
We was broke but mama saved enough
To keep refrigeration stocked
With cut noodles and baken
The black car was the first to watch
Black boy, first to drop
Then my homie, the first to shoot
Then his homie, the first to drop
So look homie, my best pursuit
Is music, this was finalized
When I seen the devil eyes in that Buick
I was hypnotized

War going on outside, nobody safe from
Kicking your door to ask you where
You get your safe from kick you some more
You ask me where I get my hate from
Compton, baby, Afghanistan, this is phase one
Compton, … new talibans, central raise one
Rosecrans street tell them coppers
Get off me, day’s done
Got darker than Alfred mayweather
Never been so cold, 2 sweater
And a long nose, they stressing

When the world is cold and there’s
No one to run to i grab my gun
Cause that’s how I know to protect you
Street justice, street justice
Street justice, street justice
This is my life
And that’s how I’m gonna protect you
Street justice

We all like Gingis khan
Everyone think they can just become
The punishment of god
But problems never get solved
All the way from Compton’s corner out
To Oakland shake it hard
I get a woody wearing hoody
Before your eyes just…my marks
And bullets hiding lyrics from
Myself and Ken Lamar
In the middle of this war
We made it out to be star
Cop cars never came with good cops
I gotta keep it cop just
For my neighborhood watch street justice

Your heart is cold and there’s
No one to run to i grab my gun
Cause that’s how I know to protect you
Street justice, street justice
Street justice, street justice
This is my life




And that’s how I’m gonna protect you
Street justice

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Mr. Smith's song "Street Justice" narrate a story of struggle, survival, and the pursuit of justice in a violent and unforgiving environment. The opening lines express defiance and triumph over those who doubted the artist's potential for success. The lyrics highlight the contrast between possessing a weapon and true strength, emphasizing that true authenticity and power come from being able to defend oneself without relying solely on violence and firearms. The song suggests that engaging in violence is sometimes a necessary response to protect oneself in a world where silence and submission can lead to further victimization.


The second verse delves into the artist's personal background, describing a childhood marked by adversity. The lyrics touch upon the experiences of family members who have faced incarceration and the challenges of growing up in a poverty-stricken environment. The song portrays a bleak reality where survival often means resorting to illegal activities like pimping or involvement in criminal missions. It addresses the harsh treatment faced by marginalized communities, where individuals are constantly under scrutiny and suspicion. The lyrics capture a sense of resentment and frustration, positioning street justice as a means to reclaim power and seek retribution in a world lacking fairness.


Overall, "Street Justice" showcases the complexities of living in an environment characterized by violence, poverty, and limited opportunities. The lyrics emphasize the importance of self-preservation and fighting back against adversity, despite the potential consequences. It reflects a desire for justice and protection in a world that is cold and unforgiving.


Line by Line Meaning

They doubted that I’ll ever make it this far
People didn't believe I would succeed in life


I’m shitting on them now cause I was piss poor
I am now succeeding and proving them wrong because I used to be very poor


Swear you down to kill with that steel
You claim to be deadly with a weapon


But that steel don’t make you real
Having a weapon does not make you tough or genuine


If you can’t even win a fist war
If you can't defend yourself without a weapon


So fuck it, I shoot back at you cowards
I retaliate against those who are too afraid to fight fair


Your death the pastor announces
The pastor announces your death at the funeral


Because we acting on violence
We engage in violent actions


It’s either that or keep silent
We either resort to violence or remain silent


Always testing nigga back and
Constantly provoking and challenging individuals


Back on a challenge so what’s your choice?
Continuing to confront others, what will you choose to do?


It’s kill or be killed, what?
In this life, you must either kill or be killed


This life for me was given
I was born into this life


It’s pimping or prisons
The only options I feel are available are either to be a pimp or end up in prison


Visit's over missions of your digit's
Visiting someone in jail is your mission to see how they're doing


Getting questioned, for nothing
Being interrogated without any reason


So where you from, you fucker
Asking where someone is from in a disrespectful manner


We busting over discussion
We resort to violent actions instead of resolving conflicts through talking


It’s justice to get concussions, huh
Getting assaulted and injured is seen as justice


You asked for it
You provoked the violent response


Might as well get cashed for it
You might as well get rewarded or paid for your actions


Price is on your head now
There is a bounty on your life now


It’s leaking from the dashboard
Blood is flowing from your body onto the car's dashboard


Cold world, so keep a heater
The world is harsh and dangerous, so carry a gun for protection


If you never trust in Jesus
If you don't have faith in Jesus


Let me make you a believer! Meet him
Let me convince you to believe in Jesus and introduce you to him


Cause you would do the same
Because you would also resort to violence


Take aim at niggas brains
Aim your weapon at someone's head


And wouldn’t care of no one names
And not care about the names or identities of the people you harm


I shot ak’s, handguns and shotguns
I have used AK-47s, handguns, and shotguns to shoot


Justify your pride, I would stand
I would defend my pride and actions


I would not run, i got mine
I would not flee, I have my own weapons and defenses


Your heart is cold and there’s no one to run to i grab my gun
You are emotionally distant and have nobody to seek help from, so I resort to using my gun


Cause that’s how I know to protect you
Using violence is the only way I know to keep you safe


This is my life
The violence and street justice is a central part of my existence


And that’s how I’m gonna protect you
And that's how I will ensure your safety


This is dedicated, 25 summers I waited
This song is dedicated to the 25 years of my life that I have endured


Back when papa was sedated
During a time when my father was heavily under the influence of drugs


Uncles all incarcerated
All my uncles were in prison


25 cousins to play with
I had 25 cousins to spend time with


Also 2 grandmas I played with
I also spent time playing with my two grandmothers


One had died, one moved to Vegas
One of my grandmothers passed away and the other moved to Las Vegas


Both had died, I started raging
When both of them had passed away, I became extremely angry and upset


Back when LA get the laces
During a time when Los Angeles had a lot of gang activity


With the blue sprinkles and only broke our concentration
With the violence and crime prevalent, it was hard for us to focus on anything else


We was broke but mama saved enough
We were financially struggling, but my mother managed to save some money


To keep refrigeration stocked with cut noodles and baken
She saved money to keep the refrigerator stocked with cheap food like ramen noodles and bacon


The black car was the first to watch
A black car was the first to witness the violence in our neighborhood


Black boy, first to drop
A black boy was the first to become a victim of violence


Then my homie, the first to shoot
Then my friend was the first to retaliate with violence


Then his homie, the first to drop
Then his friend became the first casualty of the violence


So look homie, my best pursuit is music
So my greatest goal in life is pursuing a career in music


This was finalized when I seen the devil eyes in that Buick
This decision was solidified when I witnessed the evil in the eyes of someone in a Buick


War going on outside, nobody safe from
There is an ongoing war and nobody is safe from the violence


Kicking your door to ask you where you get your safe from kick you some more
People forcibly enter your home and interrogate you about the location of your safe before continuing to physically harm you


You ask me where I get my hate from
You question the source of my hatred


Compton, baby, Afghanistan, this is phase one
The violence and danger in Compton is equivalent to that in Afghanistan, and this is just the beginning


Compton, … new talibans, central raise one
Compton has become a breeding ground for new generations of aggressive individuals, similar to a new Taliban emerging, and I am part of that generation


Rosecrans street tell them coppers get off me, day’s done
On Rosecrans Street, I demand the police to leave me alone, as the day has come to an end


Got darker than Alfred MayWeather
The situation became even more intense and dangerous


Never been so cold, 2 sweater
I have never been in such a cold and harsh environment, needing two sweaters to keep warm


And a long nose, they stressing
Referring to having a gun, as it makes my enemies fearful and anxious


We all like Gingis Khan
We all have a desire to be a powerful and dominant figure like Gingis Khan


Everyone think they can just become the punishment of god
Many people believe they have the ability to act as a vengeful force like a punishment from God


But problems never get solved
However, the issues and conflicts are never truly resolved


All the way from Compton’s corner out to Oakland shake it hard
From the streets of Compton to Oakland, the violence and chaos is widespread and intense


I get a woody wearing hoody
I feel a sense of excitement and empowerment while wearing a hooded sweatshirt


Before your eyes just…my marks
I make my presence known and leave my mark before your eyes


And bullets hiding lyrics from myself and Ken Lamar
The gunfire drowns out the pain and emotions I feel, both personally and alongside Kendrick Lamar


In the middle of this war, we made it out to be star
In the midst of this ongoing war, we manage to rise above and achieve fame


Cop cars never came with good cops
The police presence in our neighborhood has never been beneficial or helpful to us


I gotta keep it cop just for my neighborhood watch street justice
I have to maintain a tough and intimidating demeanor for the sake of protecting and maintaining street justice in my neighborhood




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Still listening. Always thought a reboot with Anthony Hamilton singing would have hit the charts

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