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

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Even though the are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a in their mouths
Old school buddies not it right
Every day it's the
And the same every night
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd that fool
If he played me and tried to test my cool
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 with the times day after day
Might deal me some but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break into my house
Thought he got off early doing in the pen
Even my brothers do me just like that
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it to the

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So just peep the and don't call it crap
'Cause to me, life is one rap
though my sister smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing
600 Million on a footbal
And her dies just like a dope fiend
The story I 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 high
Even though got five mouths to feed
She's rather spend her on a h-i-t
I always tell the truth things like this
I if the mayor overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force send help
Waiting on him I'd better myself
Housing and the O.P.D
All guns just to handle me in the

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

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So game in a too $hort rap
can't be white and whites can't be black
Why you wanna act like else?
All you gotta do is just be
We're all the color underneath
Short dog's in the house better listen to me
be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black tall at heart
though some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in
when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running mouth
me and my peoples try to get out

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