Street Glory - Nas: Pop Lyrics

Nas & Pop---Street Glory 

[NAS] (Intro) 
Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin projects 
Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here 
Niggaz just don't understand the story 

Chorus: [Pop] 
Niggaz die for the street glory 
Go to trial get tried for each story 
And each nigga got a story 
And QB the streets call me 
So if you see me slippin' reach for me 
I'm goin' after street glory 
Go to trial get tried for each story 
And each nigga got a story 
And QB the streets call me 
So if you see me slippin' reach for me 
I'm goin' after street glory 

[NAS] 
Yo, 
Every time I turn around niggaz shot, niggaz stabbed 
When tonight's pregnant girls struggling to get a cab 
Fiends lurkin', D's searchin' pat pockets 
Kids put to bed duck they heads from gas poppin' 
Queensbridge slingin' hoppin' our benches 
Don status, throw feeds, got sirenges 
Poppin' out they arm scratched 
Now remember parked (???) 
Cuz' else perfect ways, shell adidas 
Smellin' reefer way before purple haze 
Private stock peer nigga with ill walks like Mark Clare 
Has tilted wild niggaz lickin' shots in the air 
Me and Pop was there through the years our names have switched 
Ain't nothin' changed but the names Nastradamus and Blitz 
What project is this? QB burnin' in tint 
12th street murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat 
What could you tell me? Niggas seen it all in this game 
When it's all said and done just remember our name 

[Pop] 
I'm familiar with the dead grass drama black gates and crime 
Embryo of the ghetto born face and time 
Niggas shatter they dreams while I'm chasing mine 
Ghetto fame got a fellow's name draped and shined 
How do I describe an atmosphere where streets are polluted? 
Where corruptors and new police being recruited 
Somehow I make it through the day stayin' secluded 
While the blues aim leavin' another slain, executed 
Many thought's cause I see the past grimmly 
That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street 
Through all the pap grease and street chases 
Sudden raids and confrontations leadin the misdeamenor weed cases 
I blew smoke through hallway window 
Watched the buddah clouds lingo 
Pluckin the blunt brokes from my fingers 
My eyes flip different shades 
Similar to people you meet everyday who be displayin' wicked ways 
Seein' nothing but another day 
In this six story rat trap 
Them gats clap another nigga's blazed 
Events in my hood rotate 
Like the battle on the 38 snob in the world of fake love 
Before I blaze son, I'm kissing the slugs 
Coming at you kisses and hugs 
When death calls who's really a thug 
The street glory got me deeply in love 
Can't shake it, can't take it, can't make it 
Got me needin' this drug 

(Chorus)