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Talking bout the ghetto 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 every night
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 I know is how to survive
There's one rule in the real world
And to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep with the hard times day after day
deal me some 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 don't call it
'Cause to me, life is one rap
Even though my sister smoked cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, nothing changed
600 Million on a footbal
And her baby dies like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so
Five in the house and no food to eat
Don't look at me and ask me why
Mama's next door high
Even though she's got mouths to feed
She's rather spend her money on a
I always tell the truth about things this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked that
Instead of to the task force send some help
on him I'd better help myself
Housing and the O.P.D
All these guns to handle me in the

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Even though they put us down and call us
We make real big banks and buy brand new
Drive fancy cars, love to stars
Never 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
Didn't teach him in now he's slangin dope
Only thing he is how to survive
But will he kill another brother before he
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 years 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 someone
All you do is just be yourself
We're all the same underneath
Short dog's in the house you'd better to me
be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black stand tall at
Even though some people give you no
Be intelligent, you put em in check
Cause when ignorant, you get treated that 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
me and my peoples try to get out

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