Lyrics:
I be on Man-time
Uh
Homie got killed by the nigga his gun jammed on
Either that’s karma or he really must’ve planned wrong
One day my daughter gon
to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
defeat
The system keeps pressuring the poor man and the meek
So much hungry belly pickneys, so much homeless in the streets
Though we try our best it’s so
and mow them like makeup
You can lex 'Zino and Benzino together
That's priceless to put our pay together, niggas by Lexus
Straight out the ghetto niggas is
And I ain't trying to spit no game but I'm trying to figure out from where you came.
Because a star like her man it rarely occurs in a world like this.
your chain in when you walk in the club
an' if You So Gangsta…
Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug
If You So Gangsta…
Then how come every
I want you to check this out man
Check it out
I'm living in the ghetto
Selling dope is the only thing I know
Penny petty jobs never helped buy
a gangsta
[Verse 1 - R. Kelly]
I'm lookin' for them gangsta girls, not them fake ass Wanksta girls
Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my
possessed by evil djinn
Police state under pad locks and metal glocks
Where the fiends dream of rocks the size of ghetto blocks
And thugs got a tendency
of things
Intimate themes made for interesting sixteens
And I was fifteen when I heard Rhyme Goes On
By Eric B and Rakim, my mind grew numb
I was in awe
outta state
What you a nut case stay in ya place
Before you suffocate
Fuckin my mans wife oh on the low
But yo he didnt know silly hoe
Told ya so bro
Back to hero from villain - LeBron James-like
Got a feelin' my team is still in the wrong game - psych
But for a shilling, still load a shell
Ghetto youth, keep your head up and keep walking, Cause you are a soilder by heart,
Keeping trodding
Keep your head up and keep marching, Cause you
(he goes by the other man's ways)
Now see, there's just one more thing I have to talk about
'bout how they say rap music is turnin kids out
You got
gotta be in rubberbands
Yea I'm in this bitch nigga you better get yo mans
Cuz I got that tool on me a Nigga shoot yo friends
Yea a Nigga fly by in a new
gettin dark so I'm hiding by his front door
He hopped out his car man he was shooken to his core
I ran up on him and started rappin in his face
I heard you
all hommie, tryna get the pain out, drink some liquor, still no better,
So much sorrow in our lives, and lots of anger I reside, pressure by
would've guessed
that in my future years, I'd be stressin
Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up
ghetto, as some a dem may consider
Bare violence, nuff depression, likkle order
Wash mi Cara look in a broken mirror
Reflection akin to Thomas Sankara
Buju
them boys
Fat Pat, Mafio, Lil' B.G. Gator know I'm saying
Treven it's going down, Gator and Pike know I'm talking bout
Man them boys in that Prareview
this old black man
He taught me about the blues in life he laid down the facts man
I'd go to the ghetto and I witnessed poor first hand
Too bad them rich
The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows
Everything a hood brother thing he needs -- YO
You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's roadmap
And I'ma use that
why young
Black teens in the ghetto don't be comin' up
The way their ancestors did
Because mom plays the role of
Both parents to the kids
But when you
been leaving alone with no homes
With no homies
Wishing the stone to become bread as promised
But man will not live by bread only
But by the word
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