Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto we livin

I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink tanqueray; so you can reminisce
And wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, sshit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause g-e-d, wasn't b-I-g
I got p-a-I-d, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad newports cause I'm due in court
For an assault, that I caught, in bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the gingerbread man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto we livin

Our lifestyles be close captioned
Addicted to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be played back
In the midst of mashin'
No fairy tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture
Or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe then you can achieve
Just look at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on
To all the seeds that follow me
Protect your essence
Born with less, but you still precious

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto we livin
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Crooked cops on sight in the (ghetto)
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Got kids to feed in the (ghetto)
Selling coke and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day somebody bleed in the (ghetto)
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I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man two-tecs to take over this projects
They call him two-tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask: Who's next?
At last, I'm literally loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto we livin
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