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

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Even the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope die with a pipe in their mouths
Old school not doing it right
Every day the same
And the same every night
I shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool
If he played me and tried 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 of you, only you and yours
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 early time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me like that
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it to the

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

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Even though they put us and call us animals
We make real big banks and buy new clothes
fancy cars, make love to stars
Never saying just who we are
We use alias names like too
Sell you stuff you might for
kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in now he's slangin dope
Only thing he knows is how to
But will he kill another before he dies?
In the ghetto, you one eye open
All day long, just and hoping
You can pay your and not drink too much
Then the problems of life be throwing up
me, but you don't see
Ten from now, where will you be?

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So much in a too $hort rap
Blacks can't be and whites can't be black
Why you wanna act someone else?
All you do is just be yourself
We're all the color underneath
Short in the house you'd better listen to me
be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black stand at heart
Even though some give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in
Cause you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen not my fault
I'll be getting paid while you'll be paying the
Sitting in the running your mouth
me and my peoples try to get out

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