Lyrics:
killer thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
Labelled as a cop killer
The rules of the street I'm living by
It ain't no rules, so niggas got
can't no one out side infiltrate this no limit organization
so prepare yourself prepare for a battle
chorus 2x
real niggaz going to ride playa
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
on
A letter to the real ones
As time go by, you gotta move on
I'm a ghetto rockstar
No matter what they say, no matter the picture they paint
If you have a bad
[Verse]
Now who's to say if it's the beginning or ending
Start to finish
Losin' or winnin'
I'm trapped in a whole world of sin
Who's to say your
a stairway to heaven
Ooh, it makes me wonder, ooh, it makes me wonder
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
Just a spring clean for
him
Youngin' told me he thuggin' I played some 2Pac for him
Then I gave him some work and got a new block for him
Then they hate when you get it so say
Hank's and new MC Breed's
Remember?
And the Sean P's who speak that raw
J Dilla got all beat makеrs still in awe
I'm not a pimp but Pimp C forever UGK
Rеst
your way pa
If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
Get 'em out your way pa
Move, move, move
I'm seduced by the chrome, it's
the butterfly moving
Follow me moving through these
Ghetto streets and
School I say fuck retarded sweep
Walk into school the chief right there
Tried to talk at me
rollin' up
Got your bitch fiening bro, P meaning what
(chorus 8x)
(Master P verse 2)
I scream with riches, tag teaming with bitches
96 we went gold,
mom got drunk on stout
My dad couldn't stand on two feet
As he lectured about morality
Now I guess the family's complete
With me hanging 'round
My lawyer's son died in his sleep last night
Got me thinking 'bout who I was in my past life
To be surrounded by so much pain
I understand my
but, if it add up
One, two, nigga that's mad nuts
Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
Bitches knowin' damn well they gon' call me
The only
the finish line young black male!
One cell made two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a embryo
Then I got a hunch
That I'ma be on lock
love you girl
And if I put it back on, I'm sixteen sittin next to you
Down by the river you got the shivers, so I put it around you
Were countin down
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
'bout two weeks, but how you doin'? (ooh)
But this Bugatti cost me three, I ten-to-two it (ooh, yeah)
Ooh, Jacques, you a asshole (yeah, oh)
If it's
answer is said, the nigga fled
I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin'
Just the 1 2 3
AKon
You wonder why I'm still on the block
'Cause I just can't leave it babe
'Cause that's all I know
Throw the gut away when
your money
[Cee-lo]
Check it, baby
So ghetto like hot fries
I come from Melvin and resemble
Twenty-twenty with his blood shot eyes, got thirty-two
look-a-there
I wonder when she comin' back?
Now, look-a-there, the honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree
Now, look-a-there
She got long, black.
the feelin that the world is mine
I start sittin' back watchin time fly by
But uh, I'm so proud to say
That the ghetto is the reason that I'm loud today
If you want me to stay I'll be around today
To be available for you to see
I'm about to go there then you'll know
For me to stay here I've got
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