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

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Even the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in mouths
Old school not doing it right
Every day the same
And it's the same every
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that
If he played me close and tried to test my
Every day I wonder just how die
Only thing I know is how to
only one rule in the real world
And that's to take of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the times day after day
Might deal me dope but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break into my 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 it back to the

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So just the game and don't call it crap
to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister crack cocaine
She was months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 Million on a team
And her baby dies just like a fiend
The story I is so incomplete
Five kids in the house and no to eat
look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next getting high
Even though she's got five mouths to
rather spend her money on a h-i-t
I always tell the truth about things like
I wonder if the mayor that list
Instead of adding to the force send some help
Waiting on him I'd 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 brand new
Drive cars, make love to stars
really saying just who we are
We use names like too $hort
Sell you stuff you might for
kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in school now he's slangin
Only thing he is how to survive
But he kill another brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye
All day long, just and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too
Then the of life you'll be throwing up
Like me, but you see
Ten years from now, where you be?

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So game in a too $hort rap
can't be white and whites can't be black
Why you act like someone else?
All you gotta do is be yourself
We're all the same color
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 some give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in
Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated way
And when throw you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen it's not my
I'll be paid while you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running your
While me and my try to get out

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