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"Just Like Us" is track #16 on the album Decade. It was written by Kirk Jones.
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This is as close you gon' get
To the streets without gettin' shot

In the streets
Cock guns and bust yo' heat
In the streets
Where we live and die for beef

In the streets
Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets
In the streets
By any means we gon' eat

In the streets
Sellin' drugs you might blow up
In the streets
They got hos to set you up

In the streets
Even police is corrupt
In the streets
There's a million niggaz just like us

I swear I ain't been the same since they had to bury my pops
I'm uncivilized like I was raised in a box
I'm told get your sister raped nigga makin' you watch
Fuck the cops, fuck the world, I'm above the law

They can't catch me, what you think the gloves is for?
Got your ear to the street, you ain't hearin' me
Motherfucker, the streets got they ear to me
Speak my name, better think careful duke

Like when clingin' on to life who gon' be there for you?
Get blood on they seats, drive you to the hospital
Nobody, 'cause you goin to hell
I got an image to protect and records to sell

Besides a one sided story is easy to tell
My poster on the wall only way you see me in jail
Sticky Fingaz nigga, the legend, the myth
Niggaz get shot every time I shoot the gift

In the streets
Cock guns and bust yo' heat
In the streets
Where we live and die for beef

In the streets
Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets
In the streets
By any means we gon' eat

In the streets
Sellin' drugs you might blow up
In the streets
They got hos to set you up

In the streets
Even police is corrupt
In the streets
There's a million niggaz just like us

I banged out in dorms and tore mouths off
While ya'll run to cops as soon as it pops off
I can't respect lames when I'm knowin' you soft
That's why I feel the pain for my thugs up north

No regrets in this world, not one care
No respect for this world without no peers
They did me wrong for years, I'm finally gettin' back
Never shedded a tear seein' niggaz on they back

Lord knows it hurts to put his people in the dirt
Bullet holes in shirts and chumps buried in skirts
Prayin' to God is hard, these streets don't play
But you gotta keep up your guard and hope the pain go away

I'm from where they shoot street lights out
And you gotta yell to talk over passin' trains
And watch who you fuck with when passin' 'cain
Cause them same fists'll get your wrists trapped in chains, nigga

In the streets
Cock guns and bust yo' heat
In the streets
Where we live and die for beef

In the streets
Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets
In the streets
By any means we gon' eat

In the streets
Sellin' drugs you might blow up
In the streets
They got hos to set you up

In the streets
Even police is corrupt
In the streets
There's a million niggaz just like us

My killers move triggers and set firearms off
Smoke the type of blunts that set fire alarms off
One shot'll blow your face, chest and your arms off

Murderin' Guiliani for all the pain that he's causin'
Launderin' dirty laundry through banks of corporate ?
Shit doctors can only calm me til the drugs wear off
One pump of the sawed-off and your squad'll be hauled off

Dropped her off in the car lock, locked in the trunk of the car
Shit's official, we spittin' through government issue
40 automatic pistols rippin' through brain tissue
Stuffin' coke up wit your bitch I'll piss through

And a black on black Lambo, puffin' on A Line Of Crystal
Under our politics, codes of the street
Never negotiate with killers with intentions of breach
Only associate with villains if you willin' to bleed
'Cause leakin'll get your mother hogtied and brutally beat

In the streets
Cock guns and bust yo' heat
In the streets
Where we live and die for beef

In the streets
Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets
In the streets
By any means we gon' eat

In the streets
Sellin' drugs you might blow up
In the streets
They got hos to set you up

In the streets
Even police is corrupt
In the streets
There's a million niggaz just like us

Songwriters
KIRK JONES

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