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I know how it to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to People at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser But don't know about your stress-filled day on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, I remember I was like you blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms me She was forced to kick me out, no Then I figured out licks went for down South up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower for chumps tryin to my flow And what they don't know will on the autopsy Went to see Papi, to cop me a Asked for some and he wasn't tryin to hear it Smoking mad Newport's I'm due in court for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man You have your gat in hand, cause man ( you have your gat in hand cause man )
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Our be close captioned addicted to fatal Pictures of actions be played in the midst of No tales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlin' and heart be a nigga or the repercutions while bustin' on vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast and bitches Wishin' I live my a legend, immortalized in pictures Why tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were buryin' my peers in the cemetary a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe If you then you can achieve look at me Against all odds, though is hard we carry on in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the that follow me protect essence Born less, but you still precious
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin Gun shots every in the (ghetto) Crooked on sight in the (ghetto) day is a fight in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) Got kids to in the (ghetto) Selling coke and in the (ghetto) Every day bleed in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
I had the plan I'm in the on my way to Maryland with my man Two-Tecs to take this projects call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs And he start to bust he like to ask, Who's next? At last, I'm literally loungin Sittin back, countin digit thousand stacks See who got smoked, what rumors was I heard I was dead
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin Cause the life when your in the (ghetto) oh in the (ghetto) or in the (ghetto, ghetto) Thats the when ur in the (ghetto)oh in the (ghetto) or in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
(talking) It's a funny thing i realized how powerful 2pac and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a dude yo i kno him we two individual we waged a coastal beef but even tho we going thru our drama i would never wish death on nobody cuz there no comin bac