Lyrics:
and what about Tupac
my little brother see-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy
I'm
and what about Tupac
my little brother see-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy
I'm
exceeded their times
Lines have been drawn it's time to pick sides
As frigid as Ice T mixed with Coco AP Nine
Golden days Auld Lang Syne
Safe for now so I
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I give my soul to you,
Let you search it to the grain,
Understand that i really ain’t a villain,
Can’t stop trying for my mum,
Grinding day
to make that mail
Day by day livin'
An nobody don't want no static
A-P 9 in the attic
Five stripes, I'm wreckin' traffic
Pullin' a G daily
Watch how I
to make it
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm
the book flip the gang
Quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name
This ghetto slang is some shit that can beat collage,
You ain't fucking with
the
Ghetto and eating in the
Ghetto oh sleeping in the
Ghetto (living)
Finding ways around the system
I´m just trynna get by
The government don't see
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
And the nigga that used to be my homie, shit he turned on me
I got a 45 that spit hot lead that'll drill him
The nigga know too much about me, so it's
sold weed in the ghetto
Niggas change
When I was broke nobody used to ask me for money
Now people asking me for money they be like you changed
I be like
G feel me
How many cops gotta drop 'fore they kill me?
Murder in the motherfucking worst way
Turned to a killer on
My twenty-first birthday
"Boom,
the ghetto bird"
Now
My homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four next
Now the four I was driving was hotter than july
the smack
Now they got me for traffickin', racketeerin', audio crack
They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man
Ghetto
because he lacked faith
But instead, he was shot by another black face
Another day in the ghetto,
Where this young black girl was being ignored by her
down
While you sit on twitter looking like a fuckin clown
I'm a different species the ghetto turned me into this
But I'm stronger so if I shoot I never
you come home
I'm waitin' by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realest
So if you ever need me
streets
Niggas heart cold mine soild stone that there alone turned me to a beast
Had to grind to eat hardly went to sleep
Always kept a piece had to run
there'll never be peace
Thangs is changin', nigga, you better read the signs
I'm only concerned about me and mine in these times
The world is a ghetto
[Scarface]
They say the world is a ghetto, I'm witnessin a generation die
By poverty sickness and homicide
Now momma on the front pew, askin
I'm in a grave wit a dog collar
I'm brown by honor, yeah
They want me goin by the rules dawg
But that aint somethin I can do dawg
We got different
seek is what we play
Just me & you against the world cause your my ghetto girl
[Chorus:]
Late at night I hold you tight by my project window samplo
Me
freak, but she get ghetto after Friday
Girls with the good grease (we like you)
Girls with the gold teeth
Pro freak (and them)
But she get ghetto
for my people, yet we don't know why
They cuttin' sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
And it's the children like thuggish minds turned out by
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