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

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

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So just peep the game and call it crap
to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack
She was months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 Million on a team
And her baby just like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so
Five in the house and no food to eat
Don't look at me and ask me why
Mama's next door high
Even she's got five mouths to feed
She's spend her money on a h-i-t
I always the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor that list
Instead of to the task force send some help
on him I'd better help myself
Housing and the O.P.D
All these just to handle me in the

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

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So much game in a too rap
Blacks can't be and whites can't be black
Why you act like someone else?
All you gotta do is just be
We're all the same color
Short dog's in the house you'd listen to me
Never be ashamed of you are
Proud to be black stand at heart
Even though people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in
Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated way
And when they throw you in you got nothing to say
So if you don't it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid while you'll be the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running your
While me and my try to get out

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