Lyrics:
Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
up to us to use
The power the right way, nah'm sayin'?
And right now it's all about
Writin' these ghetto scriptures, man
Only a selective few can
pussy)
I learned it all from the
Robbers and the millionaires (On my mama)
Real boss, I turned robbers into millionaires
(Rest of the gang)
Ghetto nigga,
You can be touched you can be touched
You can be touched
Oh God, forgive me, mother
Please say a prayer for me needed a father
But he was never
need you
Right here by my side
Ghetto woman come on home to me
I'm dying sorry and I can't seem to break free
Because I love you babe
And i need you
Right here by my side
Ghetto woman come on home to me
I'm dying sorry and I can't seem to break free
of a better tomorrow
Ain't never reached me
Plus my teachers was too petrified
In class to teach me
Sippin' Thunderbird and grape Kool-Aid
Callin' Earl
Since my
that glitters, that ain't gold
I'm gettin low, hold me from the hater
Cameras in action, tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Rolling smoke, getting
a Polite Name For Ghetto as in Black Ghetto. Those of Us That Don't Live in the Ghetto are brought here usually by Television and usually when there are only
We getting high, high
We getting by, by
You and I, I (4x)
[Verse 2: Frank Knight]
From ghetto streets where metal speaks living on the edge of this
the corner, baby
Ours for the taking
Yo
I've seen child blossom to man
Some withered and turned to murderers
Led astray by the liars, death glorifiers
the corner, baby
Ours for the taking
Yo
I've seen child blossom to man
Some withered and turned to murderers
Led astray by the liars, death glorifiers
trying to get a nutt
Thought it was love seems like it turned to lust
Tell me what's up, baby am I wasting my time?
I would love to get with you, and have
had your chance, prat
Me I've been working
Yeah I'm not getting signed
But a mill' or half that
Tables are turned and still
You're getting pied me I'm
The next day I arose still kickin the same clothes
I had to make a decision
Even though I lost her my friends still gave me recognition
Bein recognized by
a lil stronger
She was there through it all so I guess she’s a lil stronger then me
I cry in the shower so that nobody could see
Tables turned, bridges
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
Sons are fighting
Seems to me the ghetto
Causes inspiration
Spent a night
Away from all this comfort
Went to look for danger
Met a stranger
Skinny
a show you what they showed me in the trenches
Some jitty bugs soaking up the game
Listening to OGs ghetto stories acquiring all this ghetto fame
We were
lack of confidence
Translates into inaction
That lowers confidence levels even further
On and
On "So, first of all, " he told the audience
"let me assert
turned his back
I ended up in a state pen
Yell No Starvin cause that's what I'm living by
Don't try me, shots out the car when its driven by
Sometimes I
everyday shit is real
(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)
I know how you feel, yeah, look
I been out here grindin' so long
But still
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