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Talking bout the ghetto funky ghetto
Trying to survive, to stay alive

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Even though the are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope die with a pipe in their mouths
Old school buddies not it right
Every day the same
And it's the same night
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot fool
If he played me close and tried to test my
Every day I wonder just how die
Only thing I is how to survive
only one rule in the real world
And to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing the hard times day after day
Might deal me dope but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break into my house
Thought he got off early time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me like that
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it to the

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So just peep the game and call it crap
'Cause to me, is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, nothing changed
600 Million on a footbal
And her baby dies just like a dope
The I tell is so incomplete
kids in the house and no food to eat
Don't at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting
Even she's got five mouths to feed
She's rather spend her money on a
I always tell the truth things like this
I if the mayor overlooked that list
of adding to the task force send some help
Waiting on him I'd better myself
authority and the O.P.D
All these guns to handle me in the

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Even though put us down and call us animals
We real big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive cars, make love to stars
really saying just who we are
We use alias like too $hort
Sell you stuff you kill for
Young kids grow up and that's all they
Didn't teach him in school now slangin dope
Only he knows is how to survive
But will he another brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye
All day long, hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too
Then the problems of you'll be throwing up
Like me, but you see
Ten years from now, where you be?

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So much in a too $hort rap
Blacks can't be white and whites be black
Why you wanna act like else?
All you gotta do is be yourself
all the same color underneath
Short dog's in the house you'd better to me
Never be of what you are
Proud to be stand tall at heart
Even though people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in
Cause when you're ignorant, you get that way
And when they throw you in you got nothing to say
So if you listen it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid while you'll be paying the
in the jailhouse running your mouth
While me and my try to get out

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