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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 fiends die with a pipe in their
Old school buddies not doing it
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 test my
Every day I wonder how I'll die
thing I know is how to survive
There's only one rule in the world
And that's to take care of you, only you and
Keep with the hard times day after day
deal me some dope but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to into my house again
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 giving it to the

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So just peep the game and call it crap
'Cause to me, life is one rap
Even my sister smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, 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
Don't at me and don't ask me why
next door getting high
Even though she's got mouths to feed
She's rather her money on a h-i-t
I always tell the truth about things this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked 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 they put us down and call us animals
We make real big and buy brand new clothes
Drive cars, make love to stars
really saying just who we are
We use alias names too $hort
Sell you stuff you might for
Young kids grow up and that's all know
teach him in school now he's slangin dope
Only he knows is how to survive
But will he kill brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye
All day long, hoping and hoping
You can pay bills and not drink too much
Then the of life you'll 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 white and whites can't be
Why you wanna act like else?
All you gotta do is be yourself
We're all the same color
Short dog's in the house you'd listen to me
Never be of what you are
Proud to be stand tall at heart
Even though people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in
Cause when you're ignorant, you get that way
And they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you listen it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid while be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse your mouth
While me and my try to get out

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