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

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Even though the streets are bumpy, lights out
Dope fiends die a pipe in their mouths
Old buddies not doing it right
day it's the same
And it's the every night
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd that fool
If he played me close and to test my cool
Every day I wonder just how die
Only thing I know is how to
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 me some dope but then crime don't pay
man tried to break into my house again
Thought he got off early doing in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just like
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
'Cause to me, is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack
She was months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 Million on a footbal
And her baby dies just like a 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 though she's got five mouths to
She's spend her money on a h-i-t
I always tell the truth about things this
I wonder if the overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force some help
Waiting on him I'd better help
authority and the O.P.D
All guns just to handle me in the

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though they put us down and call us animals
We real 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
you stuff you might kill for
Young grow up and that's all they know
teach him in school now he's slangin dope
Only he knows is how to survive
But he kill another 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 problems of life be throwing up
Like me, but you see
Ten years now, where will you be?

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So game in a too $hort rap
Blacks can't be white and whites can't be
Why you wanna act like else?
All you gotta do is just be
We're all the same underneath
Short dog's in the house you'd listen to me
be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black tall at heart
Even some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, you put em in check
Cause you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they throw you in jail you got to say
So if you don't it's not my fault
I'll be paid while you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the running your mouth
me and my peoples try to get out

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