| Song | More Than One Way Out of the Ghetto |
| Artist | Show & A.G. |
| Album | Runaway Slave |
| 作曲 : A.G., AG, Showbiz | |
| Now a while ago, | |
| I had to do a little bid | |
| Cause of the things | |
| I wanted, as a little kid | |
| I wanted to be like the dealers a lot | |
| Cause of the things they had and the respect that they got | |
| All the girls used to jock 'em | |
| And I wondered why my parents used to knock 'em | |
| I had a talent, or a hobby you should say | |
| I like rap, or poetry, but anyway | |
| Stay away from drugs, | |
| I paid it no mind | |
| I wanted to hustle for bread, instead of writin rhymes | |
| So I said to hell with it | |
| Instead of stayin away from drugs | |
| I was sellin it | |
| I was out all day until the job was done | |
| Instead of rockin the parties | |
| I was robbin 'em | |
| The females, paid me no mind, not a | |
| Giant Andre | |
| Barnes at the time | |
| But the rock started sellin, the dough was comin in | |
| Dealers wanted in, girls started runnin in | |
| Some said | |
| I'm crazy how | |
| I'm livinI must be, crazy cash and crazy women | |
| Yeah my gear was right | |
| They called me | |
| Andre the | |
| Giant and it wasn't cause of my height | |
| Losin G's in celo | |
| I never sweat it; cause my connect got kilos | |
| My bank, two thou that's what's in it | |
| Rollin celo, headcrack makin | |
| G's in a minute | |
| Oh yeah I'm all for dis | |
| Yeah I'm handsome, but the money made me gorgeous | |
| Now the girls wanna see me | |
| The little kids around the block wanna be me | |
| I was chillin, in thousand dollar coats | |
| I had links and ropes, and yo the shit was dope | |
| I had the jewels oh did | |
| I have the jewels | |
| The talk of the town, the neighborhood news | |
| But friends weren't true inside | |
| They were passengers, goin along for the ride | |
| And it makes you say damn! | |
| Because I feel so hard | |
| I had scars on my hands | |
| I thought | |
| I'd be fine | |
| But I got bagged and snagged and then | |
| I had to do a little time | |
| Friends don't hang it's a waste of time | |
| I got one dollar, one girl and some great rhymes | |
| I pursued the wrong dream | |
| Now to make a fast buck | |
| I gotta scheme | |
| Find a celo game, yo | |
| Bank I gotta buck | |
| I ace to a deuce, yeah that's just my luck | |
| I gotta go right and exact | |
| Instead of a package, | |
| I wanted a mic and a hype track | |
| Instead of robbin the parties, | |
| I'm rippin 'em | |
| MC's were gettin done, every week a different one | |
| It's time to put my talent to use | |
| There's no excuse, | |
| I just gotta get loose | |
| And now I'm really convinced | |
| I got raw with | |
| Lord Finesse, and been straight since | |
| Now you see how | |
| I lost it | |
| But I bounced back, you might not be as fortunate | |
| So take heed my friend | |
| Before you take a shortcut that leads to a dead end | |
| Take my advice cause the | |
| Giant said so | |
| And remember -- there's more than one way out the ghetto |
| zuò qǔ : A. G., AG, Showbiz | |
| Now a while ago, | |
| I had to do a little bid | |
| Cause of the things | |
| I wanted, as a little kid | |
| I wanted to be like the dealers a lot | |
| Cause of the things they had and the respect that they got | |
| All the girls used to jock ' em | |
| And I wondered why my parents used to knock ' em | |
| I had a talent, or a hobby you should say | |
| I like rap, or poetry, but anyway | |
| Stay away from drugs, | |
| I paid it no mind | |
| I wanted to hustle for bread, instead of writin rhymes | |
| So I said to hell with it | |
| Instead of stayin away from drugs | |
| I was sellin it | |
| I was out all day until the job was done | |
| Instead of rockin the parties | |
| I was robbin ' em | |
| The females, paid me no mind, not a | |
| Giant Andre | |
| Barnes at the time | |
| But the rock started sellin, the dough was comin in | |
| Dealers wanted in, girls started runnin in | |
| Some said | |
| I' m crazy how | |
| I' m livinI must be, crazy cash and crazy women | |
| Yeah my gear was right | |
| They called me | |
| Andre the | |
| Giant and it wasn' t cause of my height | |
| Losin G' s in celo | |
| I never sweat it cause my connect got kilos | |
| My bank, two thou that' s what' s in it | |
| Rollin celo, headcrack makin | |
| G' s in a minute | |
| Oh yeah I' m all for dis | |
| Yeah I' m handsome, but the money made me gorgeous | |
| Now the girls wanna see me | |
| The little kids around the block wanna be me | |
| I was chillin, in thousand dollar coats | |
| I had links and ropes, and yo the shit was dope | |
| I had the jewels oh did | |
| I have the jewels | |
| The talk of the town, the neighborhood news | |
| But friends weren' t true inside | |
| They were passengers, goin along for the ride | |
| And it makes you say damn! | |
| Because I feel so hard | |
| I had scars on my hands | |
| I thought | |
| I' d be fine | |
| But I got bagged and snagged and then | |
| I had to do a little time | |
| Friends don' t hang it' s a waste of time | |
| I got one dollar, one girl and some great rhymes | |
| I pursued the wrong dream | |
| Now to make a fast buck | |
| I gotta scheme | |
| Find a celo game, yo | |
| Bank I gotta buck | |
| I ace to a deuce, yeah that' s just my luck | |
| I gotta go right and exact | |
| Instead of a package, | |
| I wanted a mic and a hype track | |
| Instead of robbin the parties, | |
| I' m rippin ' em | |
| MC' s were gettin done, every week a different one | |
| It' s time to put my talent to use | |
| There' s no excuse, | |
| I just gotta get loose | |
| And now I' m really convinced | |
| I got raw with | |
| Lord Finesse, and been straight since | |
| Now you see how | |
| I lost it | |
| But I bounced back, you might not be as fortunate | |
| So take heed my friend | |
| Before you take a shortcut that leads to a dead end | |
| Take my advice cause the | |
| Giant said so | |
| And remember there' s more than one way out the ghetto |