Lyrics:
intend to rush me
Part two, and only God can judge me
From the ghetto to the pen
Can you comprehend?
And all the real players, pour out some Hen
This my
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
Lord lie me to rest or give me peace
Made it by the tongue too many nights stessin' bitin' through my cheeks.
Lived out my 'Ghetto Dreams'
'Seeing
to the North Pole in time
For you to deliver my gift to me by 9
Santa I want him ghetto but not ghetto all the way
Sprinkle a little ghetto
Don't make him ghetto
down
While you sit on twitter looking like a fuckin clown
I'm a different species the ghetto turned me into this
But I'm stronger so if I shoot I never
there's no
Time to stop no time to explain man I'm in too deep with this everyday
Ghetto pain
Black men are judged by their clothes
Black women are
(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
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke by my mouth taste like big ? like my nigga Yukmouth
I
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
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
slick and get stuck
But don't play tough boy, go and get it up
Hey yo Cube, tell me this
Why half of the homies gettin' worked by a bitch?
Then they
to get high
I swear the world got me stressed
Nigga, I'm the best
I'm just smokin' just to get by
I keep my ear to the street, nod to the beat
Head on my
take you through my childhood, step by step
Daddy always told me to maintain my rep though
Daddy was a dog, he ain't raise no punks
In the midst
man, the ghetto's your land
When you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for sand?
Never snitch when you clip
a nine-to-five
Every year, you're makin 30 G's a pop
Workin see, and you're tied to the white man's jock
Movin out of the ghetto cause it troubles you
Makin
Throw me a bone and some crumbs watch me turn it over and flip it
Ballatician, man, ballaholic I'm ballerific
Stop and listen give me yo undivided
I'm from the ghetto oh oh oh
Trying to make it oh oh
I'm from the ghetto oh oh oh
Mhmmm
Mama did what she could
Granny made sure that I turned out
to another ghetto
On Sante Fe playing the lotto
I used to want a champagne two door Tahoe
Until I seen that same truck shot by five-o
Dead with his eyes closed
the corner, baby
Ours for the taking
Yo
I've seen child blossom to man
Some withered and turned to murderers
Led astray by the liars, death glorifiers
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun
feet
I calculated every lyric to arrive on a beat
It's free
Come get high on me
Before a nine millimeter shell
Hit my pelle pelle
In the p
Yeah
It's
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
He was 9 years old when his folk left home on a wagon heading west
When his mom and dad knew he'd grow bad by the mark of the devil on his chest
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