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

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

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So just peep the game and call it crap
to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack
She was nine pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 Million on a footbal
And her baby dies just like a dope
The story I is so incomplete
Five kids in the and no food to eat
look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting
Even though she's got five mouths to
She's spend her money on a h-i-t
I always tell the about things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked list
Instead of adding to the task force 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 they put us and call us animals
We make real big and buy brand new clothes
Drive cars, make love to stars
Never really just who we are
We use alias names too $hort
Sell you stuff you might for
Young kids up and that's all they know
Didn't him in school now he's slangin dope
Only he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another 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 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 game in a too rap
Blacks be white and whites can't be black
Why you act like someone else?
All you gotta do is just be
all the same color underneath
Short dog's in the house you'd listen to me
Never be ashamed of you are
Proud to be stand tall at heart
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 throw you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse your mouth
me and my peoples try to get out

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