Lyrics:
spot like that
Why the hell he send me here then?
That makes ghetto kids not belive in God
Why? So that's wrong religion
sneakin' weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by
And drive-bys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry,
(Me)
Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha)
Let my convertible marinade on the avenue
Mommy that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida happy
face, when you see me get the fuck on
Dope fiend ass nigga, tryna to get a free check
Talkin' that shit, but you's a motherfuckin' bitch
So when you see
wanna see me?
Close your eyes and hold your breath that whore pushin' that store
Cuttin' on over to quicker death
Bet you niggas are set for ghettos soon
danger
No Cap, protected by Ghetto Angels
Watched my nigga take his last breath
Prolly why my heart be fulla so much Anger
I Let That Glock Sing, like it's
to the muthafuckin dogg house
Picture me ballin' (ballin')
3rd world hustler out the ghetto of New Orleans
Some say life is like a fairy tail (fairy tail)
Did
gon'stick me with minimum age
It ain't take but thirty - seconds
To make up my mind
And it took me by the dirt
And that took the side that I had to shine
YEAH HOE!
2side on beat by the way
SKRRRRRRRRRRRR
YEAH HOE!
GHETTOOOOOOO!!!!
YEAH HOE!
YEAH HOE!
YEAH HOE!
(Ghetto..Girl..Trapper)
AYE!!
I just
the ghetto
Hmm, I am approaching so I
Hope you're using a radar
Causing beautiful chaos in
This unusual séance
Itchy trigger finger, watch me
Finger fuck it,
been stronger than the pain man
Niggas be faking ima take it I got patience
Don't front on me like you was down when I make it
Turned yo back on me
Took
away from Glenwood Plaza hook by the laundromat
Probably on Whitty getting busy where you can find me at
Four in the morning getting blistered I'm
At night I see their faces.
All the men I've killed.
They're standing there on the far bank of the river Styx.
They're waiting for me.
They
Our son is four months old his name is Anthony or Ash for short
And he's too small to do things by himself
We were in LA over Christmas in a rental
makes me wonder
How I keep from going under time and time again
Its a broken world of lies and ghetto sin
Eyes of the demons peepin in my dreams but I
won't change niggas
Murder be writ all over they faces
They wanna change places
Take me outta my glow what do you know
Jealousy turned hatred
Father god
Yo Keith man
I just turned off the TV man
Kids out there be thinkin they hardcore man
We gotta do somethin man yo
Do it
backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im
trying to have shit
I'm your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga "Whatever for the cash, I'm with"
I don't have step, I
surprisin' me
Turned out
They happy just to be in the house
So I'm a call emout
I ain't no church mouse
Luvout
I master rap
Write a 16 and half
you and me
It's hard, a cold, cold world
Sometimes can't even trust ya own girl
Gotta stand here and face my fears
Ain't gonna shed no more tears
I used to have a lot of bitches
Straight down for me
Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the street
But I'm a dog and I dog my broads
Guerrilla
higher
Had me walking through the fire
They be in denial
Turned into a rival
They try to throw dirt on my name
Write songs and flow through the pain
See when I do joints like these?
I do it for the youngin' in the ghetto
That you ain't gon' never hear his story
'Cause he ain't gonna make it
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