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In the Streets - J Dilla



     
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In the Streets Lyrics


Chorus:
Im in the streets getting money x3
Im in these streets, Hustlin every day
Im in the streets getting money x3
Jadakiss:
Yo, Im on the block faithfully, got it so good if im late then wait for me. Mama please pray for me. The devil does things in the worst ways, In the ER waiting to hear what the nurse say. I had payed more for funerals then birthdays, finish a whole one in a half by thursday. (Word) So just imagine what im sittin with, and i aint splittin it, im out here gettin it.
Chorus:
Im in these streets, I cant get away
Im in the streets getting money x3
Im in these streets, Hustlin every day
Im in the streets getting money x3
Jadakiss:
Organization is smooth and ran with a tight lip, get rid of the work and hold the bread with a tight grip. Trust fund baby in a cut with a white chick. Was in a choke hold, now its in a vice script. And even though my arm still strong with the dices, drug dealer, i dont do jooks or hices. The fame is alright but the game is priceless, my heart beating but im still out here lifeless.
Chorus:
Im in these streets, I cant get away
Im in the streets getting money x3
Im in these streets, Hustlin every day

Im in the streets getting money x3
Jadakiss:
Start off with a wish if you wanna grant shit, I was never a worker, I always ran shit. (True) They was doin shelves, I did the stand smiths. My hair used to be nappier than Durant's shit. Where they got the work at? How much the grams is, Build it up to a key thats what the plan is. You aint got no fam just you and your manses, out here taking penitentiary chances.
Chorus:
Im in these streets, I cant get away
Im in the streets getting money x3
Im in these streets, Hustlin every day
Im in the streets getting money x3
Im in these streets, I cant get away
Im in these streets, Hustlin every day

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J Dilla was born James Dewitt Yancey on February 7, 1974 in Detroit, Michigan, to Maureen and Beverly Yancey. From the onset, music was intrinsic to Jay's life. His mother Maureen was an accomplished singer and lover of classical music and opera. His father Beverly was a gifted vocalist and bass player fond of vocal harmonies and jazz, who played professionally for 25 years before taking a job at Ford. A two-year-old Jay would gurgle along in perfect pitch to the sound of his father practicing on his upright bass until it lulled him to sleep.

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