[Hook: No more paaaiiinn, No more pain for my homiiieesss No more teaaarrsss, No more tears for moms to
Jones] Mike I Cry for my ghetto we keepin us down Instead of helpin other we behind backs talkin down People killin, jackin, stealin, for material Takin the risk of caught with a hole in they brain My is Mike Jones 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 When I never seen my dad my life of livin Thats why I'm givin that I got to my momma For raisin me and my brotha the days of drama No more ghetto cries here momma wipe ya tears 'cause by time next year it's gon be off this year No more ghetto cries here momma wipe ya tears 'cause by this time next year it's gon be off year No more ghetto cries here momma away ya tears 'cause by this time next it's gon be off this year
[Chorus: - repeat 2X] cry, Ghetto cry, Ghetto cryyyyyy Ghetto
it It's the world gettin colder by the minute It's ashame niggaz in this game gotta flip for some spinach Just to and put clothes on they back Niggaz in the street will kill for fo's on they 'llac Leave holes in ya You the news dog, po-pos still attack To of us black So I fo my stack I'm doin it the way But if I have to, do it just an evil way But I don't my momma to cry I rather get life and then slice till my ??? to fly All I want, is drama to die Fuck beef I'm tryin to make the tires on my hummer looks fly But I really death in fact I hope I never see a Black I'm watchin Men In Black I'm Magnificent (who?) but the world will be dat I prayin for tomorrow just so I can see dat
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