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

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Even though the streets are bumpy, burned out
fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
Old school not doing it right
day it's the same
And the same every night
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that
If he played me close and tried to my cool
Every day I wonder just how die
Only thing I is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real
And that's to take care of you, only you and
Keep with the hard times day after day
deal me some dope but then crime don't pay
Black man 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 love so I'm giving it to the

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So just the game and don't call it crap
'Cause to me, life is one rap
Even though my smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't changed
600 on a footbal team
And her dies just like a dope fiend
The I tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the and no food to eat
look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next getting high
Even she's got five mouths to feed
She's rather spend her on a h-i-t
I always tell the truth about like this
I wonder if the overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force some help
Waiting on him I'd better myself
Housing and the O.P.D
All these guns just to me in the

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Even though they put us down and us animals
We make real big banks and buy brand new
Drive fancy cars, make love to
Never really saying who we are
We use names like too $hort
Sell you you might kill for
kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in school now he's dope
thing he knows is how to survive
But will he kill brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you one eye open
All day long, hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too
Then the problems of life you'll be up
me, but you don't see
Ten years from now, where 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 someone
All you gotta do is be yourself
We're all the color underneath
Short dog's in the house better listen to me
be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black stand tall at
Even though people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in
when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they throw you in jail you got to say
So if you listen it's not my fault
I'll be getting 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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