Lyrics:
raisin me and my brotha through the days of drama
No more ghetto cries here momma wipe away ya tears
'cause by this time next year it's gon be off this
ride this one's for the killers and dealers
still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3X)
stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving
ride this one's for the killers and dealers
still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3X)
stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving
living poo
young nigga get yo dough
Cuz da world is a Ghetto
Every other city we go
Every other video
I gotta let em know
That the world is a Ghetto
I
Geah
You know how the fuck we do it
It's thug shit
y'all wit' me?
c'mon, geah
Hey...
Once upon a time in the ghetto you're stuck
In the ghetto
it as a sign on how
Im living my life
Who can I trust
I put my faith in the lord
My soul is protected by
The shield and the sword
This right here my
Cry My Name by Bloodbath
Reekomposer vocals by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
You will see
My burning inferno
And there is no way in your wildest dreams
for a scorched earth what's it worth,
Enough is never enough, let's have a little moan put the world to rights,
Sit back and watch it all slide by
work myself, it's fine the world is mine
But the way you man deal with me is a myth
The only thing you want to bill with me is a spliff
Like shouldn't
. This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
George Washington's is on flight
We're turning up tonight bring something to the crib tonight
Now she's talking sassy like (papi want to hit tonight)
Look
Yellow cab world
Yellow cab world
Yellow cab world
Yellow cab world
Yellow cab world with them ghetto fab girls
5 Boroughs and the city shine
a ghetto Mexican on his way to school
But one thing true
Never in one million years did I ever knew
I’d be surrounded by peeps
That would so desperately
Try
bust a verse
This is for my everyday ghetto nigga
It don't really mather where you from niggas
Before you leave the house, kiss your moms nigga
'Cause
They got to hustle cash up so they want have to steal
Living in the ghetto is like a part of the world
All you need is your life so you can change
to hustle cash up so they want have to steal
Living in the ghetto is like a part of the world
All you need is your life so you can change the world
Outside in
Smooth it out
This is a story about a drifter
Who waited for the worst while the best live 'cross town
Who never planned on having someday
Why me
a big behind
I just want to touch your booty one time
Is it soft like it look, I'm curious George
Your booty put a smile on all the boys
Drop that
"The King is here!"
So I headed toward stage, to make a speech
about the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh
If I ruled the world
squealin' (fuck you rats)
What more can I say, just kill 'em
Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood
Now is this under-stood?
I mostly George
fruit, let me get at 'em
Picking up the pieces in a world that's fallen
They imprisoned by ignorance, I'm begging your pardon
I'm charming, I am George
I inherit genetics, esoteric from a ghetto's perspective
Poetic rebel, objective, on many levels, selective
Constitutional laws, pharmaceutical is
train to George)
(Her world is his, his and hers alone)
(For the love of a boy)
(The midnight train to Georgia)
(For love of a boy)
(The midnight
Lord forgive me
Blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
Lost both of my kids,
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