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Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin |
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Biggie- |
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I know how it feel to wake up fucked up |
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Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell |
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People look at you like youse the user |
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Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser |
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But they don't know about your stress-filled day |
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Baby on the way mad bills to pay |
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That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce |
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and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit |
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I remember I was just like you |
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Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's |
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Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G |
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I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me |
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She was forced to kick me out, no doubt |
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Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South |
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Packed up my tools for my raw power move |
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Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves |
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for chumps tryin to stop my flow |
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And what they don't know will show on the autopsy |
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Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick |
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Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it |
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Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in court |
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for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York |
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Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man |
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You better have your gat in hand, cause man |
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( you betta have your gat in hand cause man ) |
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Akon- |
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Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin |
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2pac- |
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Our lifestyles be close captioned |
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addicted to fatal attractions |
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Pictures of actions be played back |
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in the midst of mashin' |
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No fairy tales for this young black male |
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Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales |
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Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture or the |
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repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures |
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Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches |
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Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures |
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Why shed tears? Save your sympathy |
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My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary |
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Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe |
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If you believe then you can achieve |
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Just look at me |
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Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on |
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Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on |
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To all the seeds that follow me |
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protect your essence |
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Born with less, but you still precious |
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Akon- |
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Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin |
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Gun shots every night in the (ghetto) |
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Crooked cops on sight in the (ghetto) |
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Every day is a fight in the (ghetto) |
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(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) |
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Got kids to feed in the (ghetto) |
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Selling coke and weed in the (ghetto) |
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Every day somebody bleed in the (ghetto) |
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(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) |
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Biggie- |
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I had the master plan |
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I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland |
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with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects |
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They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs |
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And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's next? |
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At last, I'm literally loungin black |
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Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks |
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See who got smoked, what rumors was spread |
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Last I heard I was dead |
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Akon- |
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Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin |
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Cause thats the life when your |
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Living in the (ghetto) oh |
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Eating in the (ghetto) or |
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Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto) |
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Thats the life when ur |
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Living in the (ghetto)oh |
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Eating in the (ghetto) or |
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Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) |
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Biggie- |
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(talking) It's a funny thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac |
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and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a strong dude |
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yo i kno him we two individual people we waged a coastal |
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beef but even tho we were going thru our drama i would |
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never wish death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac |
