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

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Even though the streets are bumpy, burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in mouths
Old school not doing it right
Every day it's the
And it's the every night
I wouldn't you bro but I'd shoot that fool
If he played me and tried to test my cool
day I wonder just how I'll die
Only I know is how to survive
There's only one in the real world
And that's to take care of you, 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 house
Thought he got off early doing in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just that
I get a lot of love so I'm it back to the

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So peep the game and don't call it crap
to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked cocaine
She was months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 Million on a footbal
And her dies just like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so
kids in the house and no food to eat
Don't look at me and ask me why
Mama's door getting high
Even though she's got five mouths to
rather spend her money on a h-i-t
I always tell the truth things like this
I if the mayor overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force send some
Waiting on him I'd help myself
authority and the O.P.D
All these 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
fancy cars, make love to stars
Never saying just who we are
We use alias like too $hort
Sell you stuff you kill for
kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in school now slangin dope
thing he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another brother he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye
All day long, just hoping and
You can pay bills and not drink too much
Then the problems of life be throwing up
me, but you don't see
Ten years now, where will you be?

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So much game in a too rap
Blacks be white and whites can't be black
Why you wanna act like someone
All you do is just be yourself
We're all the color underneath
dog's in the house you'd better listen to me
Never be ashamed of you are
Proud to be black tall at heart
Even some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, you put em in check
Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated 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 you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running mouth
While me and my try to get out

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