[Hook: No paaaiiinn, No more pain for my dead homiiieesss No more teaaarrsss, No more tears for moms to
Jones] Mike I Cry for my ghetto we keepin us down Instead of helpin each we behind backs talkin down People killin, jackin, stealin, for material the risk of gettin caught with a hole in they brain My name is Mike and I'm on the microphone Let it be we the reason we get picked on Now tell me, how am I supposed to be I never seen my dad my whole life of livin Thats why I'm givin that I got to my momma For raisin me and my through the days of drama No more ghetto cries here momma wipe away ya by this time next year it's gon be off this year No more ghetto cries momma wipe away ya tears 'cause by this time next year it's gon be off this No more ghetto cries here momma wipe ya tears 'cause by this next year it's gon be off this year
Thyra - repeat 2X] Ghetto cry, Ghetto cry, Ghetto Cryyyyyyyyy
it It's like the world gettin by the minute It's ashame niggaz in this gotta flip boulders for some spinach Just to survive and put clothes on back Niggaz in the street will kill for some on they 'llac Leave holes in ya You seen the news dog, still attack To despose of us So I flow fo my I'm doin it the way But if I have to, do it just an evil way But I want my momma to cry I rather get life and then book slice my ??? to fly All I really want, is to die Fuck beef I'm tryin to make sure the on my hummer looks fly But I really death in fact I hope I never see a suit Unless I'm watchin Men In I'm Magnificent (who?) but the world will be dat I prayin for just so that I can see dat
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