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Ghetto Pop Life (Danger Mouse) · Ghetto Pop Life [Bonus Version] (Jemini) · Ghetto Pop Life (DM & Jemini) · Life of a Kid in the Ghetto: Demos and Rarities (Ed O.G) · Ghetto Life (Jah Cure) · Life of a Kid in the Ghetto (Ed O.G & da Bulldogs) · Ghetto Life (Jah Cure) · Ghetto Life (Vybz Kartel) · Life of a Kid in the Ghetto (Ed O.G) · Pop Romantique: French Pop Classics [Import Bonus Tracks] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


livin the ghetto life
I'm stuck with my ghetto kids, so I married a ghetto wife
I got no education, I'm workin the ghetto job
I live on the ghetto
with them ghetto hoes
I love them ghetto bitches who pop x and smoke dro
And I run with them ghetto niggaz
Gettin' it how they live in the ghetto just
and their sons are laid
It's no myth, in ghetto life, if you don't fight you fade
Surviving in the streets, not a task for ordinary men
Growing up in
hookers by the miles 

But still my pop's got three jobs to stable 
A family household and food on the table 
So as we pray for all our souls to keep
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
1)
My life has been like gun blast every night
Stop the car, searched down with a flashlight
"Where's the gun? Where's the dope?"
The drive-by last
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me 
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me 
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
I made moms proud, when you mention me she smile
If feels good buyin' moms a car and a house
And my pops been locked up for ten years
Life was
in his eyes
He kinda looked surprised in his last breath
But life goes on for niggas 
Throwin up they set
In terror
In the ghetto when this shit ain't
world to be our savior
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
To unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life
As long as we're
I'm from, the good tie up 
The sky is grey, we never see sun 
The ghetto-life is: 'live and let live' 
All the day to day 

It all began when
What you gonna play now
Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up.

Every ghetto got a different name, but they all the same
So Coolio loco
Still runnin wit my pop's old advice, finish shit if you started it
So we live life on the edge now
And shots hurt so a 40 under my shirt until I'm dead
on the black man 
You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang 
See in the ghetto a life don't mean shit 
And most blacks they don't know about politics
for the black man never pretend
One day life starts - one day life ends
Open your eyes to realize that you just can't win
Another ghetto train, another
the side)
(Oh! This is my life!)
Keep it ghetto, keep it, play it, I'mma always be a G
(This is my life!)
Keep it ghetto, keep it, play it, I'mma always
the pop's stores
It was ill on the real, but who's to die for us?
Say that I rock my own community
Ain't a damn thing owned by the you or the me
It's Koreans
they leave us or they see it through?
Yeah we packin' precious metals
Our shit is next level
We raise the threat level (?)

Every ghetto, every city,
the ghetto
By the ghetto
Was taught young to pop the medal
That's how shit get settled
Learn to cook up the coke
Never leave home without toast
Learn
world to be our savior
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
To unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life
As long as we're
of street niggas
Raised in the ghetto
By the ghetto
Was taught young to pop the medal
That's how shit get settled
Learn to cook up the coke
Never leave
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy

June
Ghetto birds with pink Timb's
A box of shells for the Cola for Kim's
Sponsored by the Clan, see
Pop more vanilla cherry than Luke Perry
Now tell me
them rocks up
But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms
By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga don't trip
the sign of the times
I gotta get mine all I live is a life of crime

I come up hard from the ran down ghetto
You talk your ass off but tell me what