Lyrics:
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto we livin'
These streets remind me of quicksand
When your on it you'll keep goin' down
And there's no one to hold
Ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto livin'
These streets remind me of quicksand
When your on it you'll keep goin' down
And there's no one to hold
Ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto livin'
These streets remind me of quicksand (quicksand)
When you're on it, you'll keep goin' down (goin' down)
Ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto livin'
These streets remind me of quicksand (quicksand)
When you're on it, you'll keep goin' down (goin' down)
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
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
personified even went to school
Learned wild shit made me feel kinda live
Off of nothin' with this bullshit 9 to 5
I stayed broke made me easier to provoke
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
Dear God can ya save me
If you can't save me, save our babies
(We trying to keep it real, so many ghetto tears my people cry
Life is hard and I
a key? Need to come see me, Mr Local Celebrity
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebrity
(From a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word)
(Nobody nobody)
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
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
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
Sometimes I wake up in my bed
And I don't know where I've been
Heart tells me a trip to cloud nine
Headache says that things just ain't fine
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,
Sometimes I wake up in my bed
And I don't know where I've been
Heart tells me a trip to cloud nine
Headache says that things just ain't fine
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
wild shit made me feel kinda live
off of nothin' with this bullshit 9 to 5
I stayed broke made me easier to provoke
ready to yoke the first muthafucka
I was in love wit him since I was 12
By age 14 I was just catching hell
He was the star of the football team
Other girls wanted to fulfill his
on the chirp
All I need is me and my bitch,
If you scared go to church,
Cause in California niggas crack heads for the turf
And life ain't nothin' but Teck-9
raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama
The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli
That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm takin' back what's mine
Laughing you
the ghetto, some got hard on me
In the ghetto, only place I feel free
In the ghetto, livin' these ghetto dreams
In the ghetto, survive by any means
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