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But they both got smoked by Jabberjaw the Shark 
Donald Duck got the whole damn city sewed up 
In a ghetto cartoon in a land called fuck
Halle Berry
I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans
In charge like the Lakers
You got your pink 380
I got my black nine for the haters
My homies call you
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night

PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night

PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
Killer, He's driving in from Montego.

That's when shots start to echo from yah so and from deh so, well that
Is the life of a nigga from the ghetto
and bust on the police
While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, I stimulate the left and right brain
Cell by cell
in his Lex
A man should be satisfied wit good by the food of his mouth
In a time of drought, his roots should still sprout
What the owl sees
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics 
It goes one for the ghetto, two
with my brother
To see who pick the mouse up
Walk by open up the oven door to heat the house up
Everyday, police would swarm
Coming home from school
about that
Its about us bending like vocals on ill tracks
Classic, like a novel by Stephen King
Always resting by the revel where a social reign
Sex,
and no gas and much backed up rent
No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats
That'll eat up the average alleycat
He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee,
"Funk soul, on deck
Prince of the ghetto
Omega supreme
Danger Mouse
We do it like this"

[Chorus]
"Sometimes I get the feeling
I got to put
to see who pick the mouse up
Walk by, open up the oven door to heat the house up

Everyday, police would swarm
Comin? home from school, your brains on your
em on 12 comin' back 21
It's 80 sippers out the book, I move' em one by one
See my hands is fast, my cook game raw
I don't need no pyrex, gimme
myself in a room full of niggas
Focused on hittin stains and gettin' bitches
I don't speak, I'm silent as a mouse by my own house
With a bit
"Funk soul, on deck
Prince of the ghetto
Omega supreme
Danger Mouse
We do it like this"

[Chorus]
"Sometimes I get the feeling
I got to put it on ya
the snitch know to get it on

24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door
Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click
And your throat is gone, suffocating em by
like an old mouse trap 
Tell me what what it is 
How the 88 sound 
Wanna take it to my crib 
For a little night cap 
Pretend to slap 
Ghetto clap
than a fucking lightpost
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most
Now I'm a basehead down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
in the club drunk and you think you see a punk 
he just might have a pump in the trunk, and ready to fuck you up(up)
You niggas can't get near me by

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