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Uhhh, shhhh |
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Don't say nothin' just listen (For all y'all ghetto people out there) |
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Through like all the bloodshed |
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And all the tears and all the homies I done lost (Calliope Projects) |
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Ain't nothing like the ghetto |
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If I had to do it all again |
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I probably wouldn't change a thing |
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Master P: |
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I live my life homie, but not for greed |
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Picture young sistes and brothers planting their ghetto seeds |
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Ain't nothing promised in this ghetto but we lost cause we black |
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Picture 5 kids in the project in a one room shack |
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I had big dreams of making it big |
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I caught nightmares of fools splittin' my wig |
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I couldn't change for the guppies that tried to hate |
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Picture me a ghetto child with a house by the lake |
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Ain't nothing promised but we not to blame |
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Sinning, uhh to make some change |
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I wish the society feel my pain |
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Empty me underneath we all the same |
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High construction on penatentiary bars |
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They main focus is blacks with fancy cars |
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And they beat us on high interest loans |
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Repossess our property cause we don't think to own |
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This ghetto live got us hustlin' and scufflin' |
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I said penatentiary chances keep us thuggin' and muggin' |
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Bun-B: |
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Now I was known for walking on the wrong side of the tracks |
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Slanging, smoking and drinking yack, reminiscing and thinking back |
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A lot of facts have been changed we take the innocent and guilty |
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I played the cards that they dealed me |
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Went through changes that dealed me |
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Into a better man but most often I'm misunderstood |
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Call me a gangsta 'cause I relay consciousness from the hood |
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But alot of good comes from what you call negativity |
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We working with no leverage or incentive g |
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'Cause their nothing you ever give to me |
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On television or them history books |
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Got black kids thinking they only out on this earth to be crooks |
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See all these mystery looks, that's on the face of the boss man |
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When he can see a young black brother no longer lost man |
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They try to break your spirit, before you figure out the game |
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By the time you do you lost your fame, reputation and your name |
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But baby we can do it take your time do it right |
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You don't wanna be a superstar overnight |
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Trying to live that ghetto life |
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Pimp C: |
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I live my life for my son so he can have something |
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Blessed just to see a new day so I'm trying to grab something |
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I been on top of the world and at the bottom too |
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When you up you got lots of friends and when you down it's few |
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The way we grew up was wrong, I'm the first to admit |
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I know God and just drop me here to be going through this |
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I lost D-Ray last year and it's just not the same |
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Just at the time in his life when he was trying to change |
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He told me, Pimp I need help, I want up out the game |
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I made a promise, I lied cause the next night he died |
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I guess our childhood is over 'cause man ain't nothing funny |
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And everythign that I love revolve around sex and money |
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I wanna have some more kids but in the 90's that's crazy |
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The woman's polluted so it ain't safe to make babies |
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And it's a shame cause Uncle Sam ain't got no job to pay me |
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But pay the mightiest 40 g's for every year they enslave me |
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It's crazy |
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Chorus (Repeat 'til Fades) |
