(1) A dance … Read Full Bio ↴Streetlife is a name used by several different artists.
(1) A dance music side project of Wally Van Middendorp and Wim Dekker of the Minny Pops. They released two 12" singles on Factory Records, "Act On Instinct" in 1983 and "No More Silence" in 1985.
(2) Streetlife (Born Patrick Charles), also known as Street Life, is an African American hip-hop artist who is close associate of the Wu-Tang Clan, particularly with Method Man (whose Method Man Entertainment label has signed him) and is the closest Wu-affiliate to being an 11th Clan member, appearing on the last four group albums.
He was born in the Bronx then moved to Houston, Texas, but later moved to Staten Island where he grew up.
He made his debut with an appearance on Mr. Sandman from Meth's first album Tical, and was originally intended to appear on Ghostface Killah's Ironman on the track Box In Hand but the track was pulled from the album at the last minute (the track replacing it subsequently becoming known as "Box In Hand", it being too late to change the album packaging). The original version became known as "Box In Hand (Remix)."
Street went on to make two appearances on the Clan's second album Wu-Tang Forever and numerous appearances on Method Man's second album Tical 2000: Judgement Day in 1997 and 1998 respectively, after which he continued to make appearances on Clan albums and on the members' various solo projects.
His own debut album was originally intended to be released in the busy 1998–1999 period but, as was soon to become the norm for Wu-Tang releases, it was repeatedly delayed, eventually seeing release titled Street Education in 2005. Though Method Man only made three short appearances on the album, he was billed as the executive producer.
(3) Streetlife is a group of young musicians and artists whose musical backgrounds are as diverse as their own personalities. 'KEEP ON MOVIN', STREETLIFE's debut album, showcases 14 full length newly recorded club hits.
Descriptions
Streetlife Lyrics
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[Intro: Streetlife]
Yeah, word up
Trapped up in this bitch, on the run
As usual, you know me, trynna get on
Niggaz frontin', on the don, fucked up
But it's real, word up (yo, yo)
[Streetlife]
Description, brown skin male, last seen
With Keyon father, weighin' up grams on the scale
I'm out of order, kidnap the general's daughter
Left her butt naked for dead, on the south of the border
How surveillance got my moves on watch?
They got me labeled as the criminal
Master mind, behind the plot
Watch me call a Makaveli like Pac
Fake my own death, relocate, set up shop
I keep a picture with, all my kids, buried in
A stash box with a glock, write next to the bridge
Just in case I gots to go on the lamb
Live off land, sleep in vans, and eat out of cans
Yo, my life is like the rolling for dice, I been
Stereotyped, I don't care what the media write
I'm scarred for life, that's why I walks with a knife
Catch me in back of the church, fuckin' the preacher's wife
[Chorus: Streetlife]
Description, brown skin male, last seen
Last seen, last, last, last heard
[Why]
Last heard, five eleven, brown skin male
Niggaz get poked in jail, while I'm stressin' for bail
Niggaz know the kid bangin' for real, bangin' this steel
Raised in the field, where you kill or be killed
Walk the walk, if you talk the talk, my words is real
I'm a predicite, they call me fingers in jail
My name ring rings, from Clinton to Sing-Sing
To C-74, one lower bing, feel me
The feds probably killed me, cuz bodies is droppin'
And I ain't stoppin' until I'm filthy
Word on the street, he was last seen in Philly
Description, as far as I can recollect, y'all lost respect
Lost the right, to talk about, bustin' your techs
Once the name's on the affidavit, statin' your sex
If you the reason niggaz up north, increasin' they reps
Then you know, every pull up is to pop your neck
It ain't no poster on the block, if you ain't got respect
My description is so low key, hate to be mentioned
It's out of sight, I play the distance
I do my dirt all by my lonely, from my
Past experience, fuck a Co-D
My only fam is a gun, I can trust to hold me
Niggaz is evil, shoutin' they got love for me
[Chorus]
The song "Descriptions" by Streetlife featuring Why describes the life and experiences of two individuals who are on the run from the law. They are both "brown skin males" who have been involved in criminal activities, including drug trafficking, kidnapping, and murder. Through their lyrics, they express their frustration with being stereotyped and misrepresented by the media and society.
Streetlife describes how he has been labeled as a criminal mastermind behind a plot and how he was forced to fake his own death to escape the law. He also talks about how he lives his life on the run, sleeping in vans and eating out of cans, and how he has been scarred for life due to his experiences. Why, on the other hand, talks about his experiences in jail, where he has gained a reputation as a tough guy who bangs steel. He talks about how he has lost respect and the right to talk about busting his techs.
Overall, the song is a commentary on the issues faced by individuals from marginalized communities who are often stereotyped and discriminated against by society.
Line by Line Meaning
Description, brown skin male, last seen
I am being identified by my appearance and last seen location.
With Keyon father, weighin' up grams on the scale
I was last seen with Keyon's father who was weighing drugs for sale.
I'm out of order, kidnap the general's daughter
I have crossed a line by kidnapping the daughter of a high-ranking official.
Left her butt naked for dead, on the south of the border
I left the kidnapped girl to die in a remote area south of the country's border.
How surveillance got my moves on watch?
I am being monitored by law enforcement and they are tracking my every move.
They got me labeled as the criminal
The authorities have branded me as a criminal.
Master mind, behind the plot
I am the mastermind behind the crime I committed.
Watch me call a Makaveli like Pac
I will fake my death and relocate to escape persecution, like rap artist Tupac Shakur.
Fake my own death, relocate, set up shop
I will pretend to die so that I can start a new life somewhere else.
I keep a picture with, all my kids, buried in
I keep a picture of my children buried in a secret location for safekeeping.
A stash box with a glock, write next to the bridge
I have a hidden stash containing a gun, located next to a bridge for easy access.
Just in case I gots to go on the lamb
I am prepared to go on the run and become a fugitive.
Live off land, sleep in vans, and eat out of cans
I will live off the land, sleep in a vehicle, and eat canned food to survive while on the run.
Yo, my life is like the rolling for dice, I been
My life is like a gamble, I have taken many risks.
Stereotyped, I don't care what the media write
I am often unfairly judged and stereotyped by the media, but I do not care about their opinions.
I'm scarred for life, that's why I walks with a knife
I carry a knife for protection due to past traumatic experiences.
Catch me in back of the church, fuckin' the preacher's wife
I engage in sexual activity with the wife of a religious leader in secret.
Last heard, five eleven, brown skin male
I was last heard of as a tall, brown-skinned male.
Niggaz get poked in jail, while I'm stressin' for bail
Other inmates in jail are being attacked, while I am trying to obtain bail.
Niggaz know the kid bangin' for real, bangin' this steel
People know that I am a serious threat and carry a gun.
Raised in the field, where you kill or be killed
I grew up in a dangerous environment where survival depended on acts of violence.
Walk the walk, if you talk the talk, my words is real
If you claim to be tough, you better be prepared to back it up with action because my words are not empty.
I'm a predicite, they call me fingers in jail
I am a known problem in jail and they refer to me by the nickname 'fingers.'
My name ring rings, from Clinton to Sing-Sing
My name is known in several correctional facilities.
The feds probably killed me, cuz bodies is droppin'
The federal authorities probably want me dead due to my violent actions.
And I ain't stoppin' until I'm filthy
I will continue my criminal behavior until I obtain significant wealth.
Word on the street, he was last seen in Philly
Rumors suggest that I was last seen in Philadelphia.
Description, as far as I can recollect, y'all lost respect
People have lost respect for me and my actions.
Lost the right, to talk about, bustin' your techs
I am no longer in a position to discuss using firearms when I have already done so in the past.
Once the name's on the affidavit, statin' your sex
If my name is on a legal document indicating my crimes, I will have lost my reputation for good.
If you the reason niggaz up north, increasin' they reps
If I am the cause of an increase in violence in the north, my reputation will be damaged further.
Then you know, every pull up is to pop your neck
Every time someone confronts me, it could end in violence.
It ain't no poster on the block, if you ain't got respect
You do not have any status or reputation on the streets unless you have respect.
My description is so low key, hate to be mentioned
I try to keep a low profile and avoid unnecessary attention.
It's out of sight, I play the distance
I will keep myself out of sight and maintain a safe distance from trouble.
I do my dirt all by my lonely, from my
I act alone when committing crime and do not involve others.
Past experience, fuck a Co-D
I have had negative experiences with trusting others in the past, and do not need a co-defendant.
My only fam is a gun, I can trust to hold me
The only thing I truly trust to protect me is my firearm.
Niggaz is evil, shoutin' they got love for me
People are quick to claim their loyalty, but their true intentions are often evil.
Last seen, last, last, last heard
I was last seen and heard of a while ago, and my whereabouts are now unknown.
Contributed by Maya I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Bryan Hanson
best song on the whole cd .
C Lisk
word up..real rap.