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Talking bout the ghetto funky ghetto
to survive, trying to stay 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
day it's the same
And it's the same every
I shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool
If he played me and tried to test my cool
Every day I just how I'll die
thing I know is how to survive
There's only one in the real world
And that's to take care of you, only you and
Keep dealing with the hard times day day
Might deal me some dope but then crime pay
Black man to break into my house again
Thought he got off early doing 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
'Cause to me, life is one rap
Even though my smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't changed
600 on a footbal team
And her baby dies just like a dope
The story I is so incomplete
Five in the house and no food to eat
Don't look at me and ask me why
Mama's next door high
Even she's got five mouths to feed
She's rather spend her money on a
I tell the truth about things like this
I if the mayor overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the force send some help
on him I'd better help myself
Housing and the O.P.D
All guns just 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 new clothes
Drive fancy cars, love to stars
Never really just who we are
We use alias names too $hort
you stuff you might kill 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 before he dies?
In the ghetto, you one eye open
All day long, hoping and hoping
You can pay your 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
can't 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
Short dog's in the house better listen to me
Never be ashamed of you are
Proud to be black stand at heart
Even though some people you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in
Cause 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 while you'll be paying the
Sitting in the jailhouse running your
While me and my try to get out

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