Another product of this violent nation
Holding on to my bad reputation
Fuck with me well that's bad news
You'll be singin' the black beyed blues
Been thru te ringer time and again
I got lifetimes over you my friend
Push my buttons you might find
Just what its like to walk the line
Humanity is dead
Street cred, street cred
My vision seeing red
Street cred, street cred
You may have been mislead
Street cred, street cred
When it's all dona and said
Street cred, street cred
Through the years I've paid my dues
Now I'm overpaid but still born to loose
Broken bonesand scars for days
Bar room brawls in a drunken haze
Got your back if you got mine
To gain my trust we'll that takes time
Respect is a two may street
And lack of that is means to get beat
(Repeat chorus)
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