100 Million by KillaTooma Lyrics
[Intro] [Roberto Smalls]
Nobody survive the streets, it swallows you up
Prisons and grave yards are filled with men that thought they could conquer the streets
I thought I could
In the beginning, everyone was along for the ride
But when it was time to pay the piper, I stood alone
Let me ask you this
When we men end up in prison
Or worst, dies…
Who is left behind to raise our kids or look after our mothers and sisters?
No one
[Chorus 1]
You can’t make a hundred mil in the streets (Nah)
A hundred mil in the streets (Oh no)
It’s time to leave if you still in the streets (Yeah)
If you still in the streets (Go home)
F*ck around and you’ll get kill in the streets (Ah hah)
You’ll get kill in the streets (Oh no)
These fake authorities, they failing the streets (Facts)
Yeah, they failing the streets (Oh no)
Yeah, they failing
[Verse 1]
So what if they come for you?
Where your bail is?
The only person you could talk to is the bailiff
And life so funny that it’s crazy Killa saying this
Cause my whole life I burning fire on the plaintiff
Plus you’n even organize dawg, you make shift
This just some words of advise, I hope you take it
Think ‘bout all your dreams and aspirations
You could make it
Success bring a hundred fears
Still you got to chase it
The streets? Bring a hundred years
Nigga, can you face it?
I’s the open book, I want you copy then go paste it
This rugged road to riches
The struggle, just embrace it
’91, game five
Moet, I could taste it
It probably got a million in the streets
But you got to avoid laying under sheets
You going hurt your mother head when you get tuck to bed
Thought you was going get the silver but get trick with lead
[Chorus 2]
You can’t make a hundred mil in the streets (Nah)
A hundred mil in the streets (Oh no)
It’s time to leave if you still in the streets (Yeah)
If you still in the streets (Go home)
F*ck around and you’ll get kill in the streets (Ah hah)
You’ll get kill in the streets (Oh no)
These fake authorities, they failing the streets (Facts)
Yeah, they failing the streets (Oh no)
Yeah, they failing
[Verse 2]
Even though the sun rise, we have down times
Accumulated frustration lead to gun crimes
All while looming trust issues plague amongst mine
Especially when the only way to ball is if you bounce dimes
But before that’s a reality, know things hard
Like the only way to smoke is if you pinch bags
And that’s all while putting up with a low paying job
Make you catch a bligh and leave them hanging like the lynch mob
Screaming f*ck a smile, I know it’s rarely sincere
Igloo blood vessels nigga, love don’t live here
It’s a struggle everyday, trying get over my fears
Cause this cup runneth over full of my tears
It probably got a million in the streets
But you got to avoid laying under sheets
You going hurt your mother head if you get tuck to bed
Thought you was going get the silver but get trick with lead
[Chorus 3]
You can’t make a hundred mil in the streets (Nah)
A hundred mil in the streets (Oh no)
It’s time to leave if you still in the streets (Yeah)
If you still in the streets (Go home)
F*ck around and you’ll get kill in the streets (Ah hah)
You’ll get kill in the streets (Oh no)
These fake authorities, they failing the streets (Facts)
Yeah, they failing the streets (Oh no)
Yeah, they failing
[Outro][Roberto Smalls]
Every street man swear his outcome will end differently than the last
But yet he cannot name one in history that has
It’s not too late for you to get out of the streets and save yourself
Trust me, the streets is not only a lie
It steals your dreams, it stole mine
I believe that if every street man could speak from the grave
Or from within the fortress of their prison walls
They would attest to the fact that the end never justify the means
Nobody survive the streets, it swallows you up
Prisons and grave yards are filled with men that thought they could conquer the streets
I thought I could
In the beginning, everyone was along for the ride
But when it was time to pay the piper, I stood alone
Let me ask you this
When we men end up in prison
Or worst, dies…
Who is left behind to raise our kids or look after our mothers and sisters?
No one
[Chorus 1]
You can’t make a hundred mil in the streets (Nah)
A hundred mil in the streets (Oh no)
It’s time to leave if you still in the streets (Yeah)
If you still in the streets (Go home)
F*ck around and you’ll get kill in the streets (Ah hah)
You’ll get kill in the streets (Oh no)
These fake authorities, they failing the streets (Facts)
Yeah, they failing the streets (Oh no)
Yeah, they failing
[Verse 1]
So what if they come for you?
Where your bail is?
The only person you could talk to is the bailiff
And life so funny that it’s crazy Killa saying this
Cause my whole life I burning fire on the plaintiff
Plus you’n even organize dawg, you make shift
This just some words of advise, I hope you take it
Think ‘bout all your dreams and aspirations
You could make it
Success bring a hundred fears
Still you got to chase it
The streets? Bring a hundred years
Nigga, can you face it?
I’s the open book, I want you copy then go paste it
This rugged road to riches
The struggle, just embrace it
’91, game five
Moet, I could taste it
It probably got a million in the streets
But you got to avoid laying under sheets
You going hurt your mother head when you get tuck to bed
Thought you was going get the silver but get trick with lead
[Chorus 2]
You can’t make a hundred mil in the streets (Nah)
A hundred mil in the streets (Oh no)
It’s time to leave if you still in the streets (Yeah)
If you still in the streets (Go home)
F*ck around and you’ll get kill in the streets (Ah hah)
You’ll get kill in the streets (Oh no)
These fake authorities, they failing the streets (Facts)
Yeah, they failing the streets (Oh no)
Yeah, they failing
[Verse 2]
Even though the sun rise, we have down times
Accumulated frustration lead to gun crimes
All while looming trust issues plague amongst mine
Especially when the only way to ball is if you bounce dimes
But before that’s a reality, know things hard
Like the only way to smoke is if you pinch bags
And that’s all while putting up with a low paying job
Make you catch a bligh and leave them hanging like the lynch mob
Screaming f*ck a smile, I know it’s rarely sincere
Igloo blood vessels nigga, love don’t live here
It’s a struggle everyday, trying get over my fears
Cause this cup runneth over full of my tears
It probably got a million in the streets
But you got to avoid laying under sheets
You going hurt your mother head if you get tuck to bed
Thought you was going get the silver but get trick with lead
[Chorus 3]
You can’t make a hundred mil in the streets (Nah)
A hundred mil in the streets (Oh no)
It’s time to leave if you still in the streets (Yeah)
If you still in the streets (Go home)
F*ck around and you’ll get kill in the streets (Ah hah)
You’ll get kill in the streets (Oh no)
These fake authorities, they failing the streets (Facts)
Yeah, they failing the streets (Oh no)
Yeah, they failing
[Outro][Roberto Smalls]
Every street man swear his outcome will end differently than the last
But yet he cannot name one in history that has
It’s not too late for you to get out of the streets and save yourself
Trust me, the streets is not only a lie
It steals your dreams, it stole mine
I believe that if every street man could speak from the grave
Or from within the fortress of their prison walls
They would attest to the fact that the end never justify the means