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

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Even though the streets are bumpy, lights out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in mouths
Old school buddies not doing it
Every day the same
And it's the same every
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd that fool
If he played me close and to test my cool
day I wonder just how I'll die
Only I know is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real
And to take care of you, only you and yours
dealing with the hard times day after day
Might deal me some dope but then 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 it back to the

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So just the game and don't call it crap
'Cause to me, is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack
She was months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 Million on a team
And her baby dies like a dope fiend
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 getting
though she's got five mouths to feed
She's spend her money on a h-i-t
I always the truth about things like this
I wonder if the overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task send some help
Waiting on him I'd help myself
authority and the O.P.D
All guns just to handle me in the

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Even though put us down and call us animals
We make real big and buy brand new clothes
fancy cars, make love to stars
Never saying just who we are
We use alias like too $hort
you stuff you might kill for
Young kids grow up and that's all they
Didn't him in school now he's slangin dope
Only thing he is how to survive
But will he kill another brother 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
Like me, but you see
Ten years from now, where you be?

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So game in a too $hort rap
Blacks can't be white and can't be black
Why you wanna act like someone
All you gotta do is just be
We're all the color underneath
Short dog's in the house better listen to me
Never be ashamed of you are
to be black stand tall at heart
Even though some 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 listen not my fault
I'll be getting while you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running mouth
While me and my try to get out

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