Ghetto Ties

Soulja SlimSoulja Slim 

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Soulja Slim

James Tapp, Jr. (September 9, 1977 – November 26, 2003), better known by his stage name Soulja Slim, was an American rapper who achieved massive success on Master P's No Limit record label. He also achieved fame throughout New Orleans and Nation Wide from his work done with B.G., UNLV, and other local artists. He is known for writing the U.S. No. 1 hit "Slow Motion". more »

Year:

2006

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Huh say man 
You know who get ready bro 
It seems like they don't want a young nigga to get rich 
Make money like we ain't supposed to leave the ghetto
But uh
I ain't trippin' life's a bitch 
You know we was dealt some bad cards but
You know
We gotta deal with it 
Life's hard so lets show em show em show em what's up

My gate way tuh hell seems like its constantly open 
The reaper is callin' so I'm constantly smokin'
See-Murder ain't gonna die in vein 
My ghetto ties got me livin' my life in pain
See the world knows we gonna be thugs forever 
You can take me out the ghetto
But you can't make it better
See the status of your money done changed 
But the status of your danger remains the same
I need to clear my head of these evil thoughts 
And teach magnolian' gateway the shit I was taught
Take a ride wit me nigga to eternity 
And watch you live tuh see anotha century
Life's a bitch who do you trust I put my faith in my glock 
Cause I know its gone bust
I used to think the hood was cool 
But my ghetto ties keep my checkin' in my rearveiw

Who do you trust?
My ghetto ties got me trippin'
And life's a bitch 
They can't stand to see a young nigga get rich
I was thrust some bad cards 
Became a thug with no love cause life's hard

Who do you trust?
My ghetto ties got me trippin'
And life's a bitch
They can't stand to see a young nigga get rich
I was thrust some bad cards 
Became a thug with no love cause life's hard

Lord control me 
You know me 
These cards I got to play em 
My life is like a game 
I'm up from a.m. to a.m.
My donner AK hem him 
If he don't have none of my paper man 
If I let him live 
He might take me for a faker
He might try to do a jack and that might cost me my life 
If you ever jack its real nigga 
You best kill me or pay the price
Ain't nuttin' I ain't fallen behind
No street machine tell me what you seen
Then tell a nigga about some stoned ass 
Left the murder scene disguised in army green with a infra beam
Own self tryin tuh gum nigga run as soon as he heard the blast fool one
He didn't run tore his ass up with a quick fast sight
Witness that murda the first degree my ghetto ties fuckin' round wit me
Don't do that

How many times have you seen a family nut up and the mom was cut up
I see now but later on I'm gonna be seein' now 
But see how us niggas get caught up 
Quick to go underwater niggas take advantage of the way
Life sold us
I'm full of that freeze I'm fulla them weeds and them v's 
2 23s 90 degrees
I left them windows down to feel the breeze
My cousin be	 and me and john in the back seat drinkin' off brome 
And to the z
Thinkin' bout the lives we gonna free 
Now tell a nigga please 
Soon as we drove up fuckin' doe was about to close up 
Knocked on the doe 
Nigga hold up you didn't see us rool up
I forced my way in I put my seven to his stars 
No time for thankin'
Is what I'm thankin' kill a bitch what you fittin' tuh say
I went to the kitchen I'm flippin' pans and pots and spoons 
I heard foe glocks
Sounded like foe shots commin' from the other room
Its bout that time for us hounds to get 
Gonna get the dilly for a milly
Went to the next room john jones was in the zone
Its over 
I come to lay ya eyes buggin' out his head 
Nigga bleedin' from the mouth 
He's shakin' he's on his way out 
But its time I took two from behind looked
John at the eyes and said nigga you ready tuh die damn nigga why

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