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

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Even though the are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope die with 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 you bro but I'd shoot that fool
If he played me close and to test my cool
day I wonder just how I'll die
Only thing I is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real
And to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the hard times day day
Might deal me some but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break into my house
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 just peep the and don't call it crap
'Cause to me, is one hard rap
Even though my smoked crack cocaine
She was months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 Million on a footbal
And her dies just like a dope fiend
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 door high
Even though she's got mouths to feed
rather spend her money on a h-i-t
I tell the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor that list
Instead of adding to the task force some help
Waiting on him I'd better help
Housing and the O.P.D
All these guns to handle me in the

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though they put us down and call us animals
We make big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive cars, make love to stars
Never saying just who we are
We use names like too $hort
Sell you stuff you might for
Young kids grow up and all they know
Didn't teach him in school now he's dope
Only thing he knows is how to
But he kill another brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you one eye open
All day long, hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not too much
the problems of life you'll be throwing up
Like me, but you see
Ten years now, where will you be?

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So much game in a too rap
Blacks can't be white and whites be black
Why you wanna act like else?
All you gotta do is just be
We're all the color 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 though some people you no respect
Be intelligent, you put em in check
when 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
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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