Lyrics:
Competition looking weakly as they're laying on their death bed
Been through hell and back like twice by now
Coming back with a vengeance
I'm tempted to make
black nigga
From the ghetto
Runnin' around
With a uzi
I think I signed a deal
With the devil
I think her name
Was Lucy
But she don't love me
She love
from dem thoughts
Hear wah me ah say
Dem nuh know my story yet dem judge the book by the cover
Dem nuh feel my pain
But dem wah me recover
Nuff battle
with thing wey go make me smile
Super glow ever green ha ma born too shine
Give me the reason why you go fk your brother man
For the same ghetto wey no
Where is the soul?
Where is the soul?
My heart was chiseled out the stone out of the ghetto
And I'm breakin' the mold
I'ma do what I want, ain't no
feelin' all this pain and rain, rain
False religion, I'm a sole survivor up in this ghetto
Lord, just tell a nigga why my real niggas had to die
I'm
to know, dope fein by 14
Always high on cocaine
Numb feel no pain
Makes no sense she wont change
Street guys they wont complain
Because she made them know
I feel like all they do is pree me
So I keep it on the low
They cannot see me
Paranoia In my brain I cannot be free
Staying low key in the ghetto
some Yahjl
back where I stay, tha fedz are like mosquitos in tha alley way.
I'm goin' to tha thang, take tha pain, 'cause I'm a ghetto champ.
Steal
sneakin' weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by
And drive-bys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry,
[Jay-Z]
Geah.. whassup?
Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz
Real niggaz, worldwide
Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story
We all ghetto
Won't change give up that life
Someone always gets in the hood
In the hood, in the hood
For gangsters
Everyone's banging, wannabe bangers
By these
Geah whassup?
To all my street niggas, project niggas
Real niggas, worldwide
Let's reflect, everybody got a story
We all ghetto B, here's mine geah
bastards who turn
Misfortune to magic
And morph pain into hip-hop classics
We the, ghetto messiah
Spread our gospel through the bootleggers
Prosperity
yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo, I think of dead homies
Incarcerated penpal I got the feds on me
Unconstipated mental
Always rains in the ghetto, it's pain in
à Mars
I can't see a thing, but I can hear a mouse piss on cotton
My style is rotten, spoiled by vets who protect they necks
Do the knowledge
In the height of war I will never be the same
Tired of bottling pain
Seeing they all think the same
Knowing a lot is gone change
Staying up when I’m
been stronger than the pain man
Niggas be faking ima take it I got patience
Don't front on me like you was down when I make it
Turned yo back on me
Took
the sound of the ghetto
Arrive down here, be darker than the cattle
Oh no, nigga watch your nose
'Cause you'll get hit by hoes that spit flows and prose
the sound of the ghetto
Arrive down here, be darker than the cattle
Oh no, nigga watch your nose
'Cause you'll get hit by hoes that spit flows and prose
of the ghetto
Arrive down here, be darker than the cattle
Oh no, nigga watch your nose
'Cause you'll get hit by hoes that spit flows and prose
Strictly coming
tickets, if I slang enough of this shit
Become a boss and be a made man, impossible to hit
Buy a mansion like Scarface, estate surrounded by gates
Cold
a young ghetto child like Flame
I'm still living through the suffering and pain
Lord I know that you already love me (While I'm living I'm a give you my
Neak (verse 1):
Pour liquor, ghetto ritual lord fix us, another gone, another weapon is formed against us, prospered, scene so unforgettable, Oscar,
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