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Talking bout the ghetto funky funky
Trying to survive, to stay alive

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though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in mouths
Old school buddies not doing it
day it's the same
And it's the same every
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that
If he played me close and to test my cool
Every day I wonder how I'll die
Only thing I know is how to
There's one rule in the real world
And that's to take care of you, you and yours
Keep with the hard times day after day
Might deal me some dope but then don't pay
man tried to break into my house again
Thought he got off early time in the pen
Even though my do me just like that
I get a lot of so I'm giving it back to the

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So peep the game and don't call it crap
'Cause to me, is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack
She was nine months pregnant, ain't changed
600 Million on a team
And her baby dies just like a dope
The I tell is so incomplete
kids in the house and no food to eat
Don't look at me and ask me why
Mama's next getting high
Even though she's got five to feed
rather spend her money on a h-i-t
I always tell the truth things like this
I wonder if the mayor that list
Instead of adding to the task send some help
Waiting on him I'd help myself
authority and the O.P.D
All these just to handle me in the

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Even they put us down and call us animals
We make big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive fancy cars, love to stars
really saying just who we are
We use alias names like too
Sell you you might kill for
Young kids grow up and all they know
Didn't teach him in school now slangin dope
Only thing he knows is how to
But will he kill brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye
All day long, hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too
Then the of life you'll be throwing up
Like me, but you see
Ten years from now, will you be?

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So much in a too $hort rap
Blacks can't be white and can't be black
Why you wanna act like else?
All you gotta do is just be
We're all the color underneath
dog's in the house you'd better listen to me
Never be of what you are
Proud to be black tall at heart
Even though some people give you no
Be intelligent, when you put em in
when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen not my fault
be getting paid while you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running your
me and my peoples try to get out

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