Lyrics:
There's your ticket out the ghetto
Take flight right here
Sell me you go bye bye here, " damn!
There's a different set of rules
We abide by here
You need
Struggling, with life and times
(liiiife and tiiiiimes)
But I gotta keep moving, moving
Struggling, with life and times
(liiiife and tiiiiimes)
But I
Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all
(Nine by nine) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills?
Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block killed
them rocks up
But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms
By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga don't trip
And bang shit out the car what, would drive the average man insane
Ghetto love, ghetto life, ghetto death; then ya gone
And after I'm deceased I'll know
dead or
In prison with ghetto scripture
Every line is thoroughly written
We been there, cold nights
Treacherous livin'
I put my life on the line
If it
time me run outta passion fi dah life yah
Me just (call up Jah, Selah I)
Each time me doubt, mi fate get tempted by di evil force
Me just (call up
In my life
In my life
There's been heartache and pain
In my life
There's been heartache and pain
There's been heartache and pain
In my life
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
[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
life more than once
Maybe, me and I...had been greeted by, so many conceded eyes
That'd be wise, when I met too many girls around the world
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Life aint never easy
Please don’t fuckin tease me
(Nah)
Say you love me now shawdy please dont try to please me
(Please don’t leave)
Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J,
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
Still runnin wit my pop's old advice, finish shit if you started it
So we live life on the edge now
And shots hurt so a 40 under my shirt until I'm dead
for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp!Whomp!)
Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call
I've become
The fear of many niggas
The floss of most bitches
The love that runs deepest
In the hearts of street niggas
Raised in the ghetto
By
I lost my daddy and ma cuzin it's been months now
I guess it's God's plan
Rest in peace Pops
I lost my daddy and ma cuzin it's been months now
Guess
motherfuckers mind
I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all y'all motherfuckers dyin'
We gon drive by
We walk up and do these Niggas out the game
We sell 2 shot,
It's so many ways to die. Oh no! It's so many ways to fly.
Steady as we roll. It's so many ways to ride.
Cause life can't pass us by no more.
and the steak and the potatoes and the plate
Never a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was
Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit
And you ain't gon' never be shit
I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put me in school but it don't
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