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Yeah...for my street niggas |
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[Oschino] |
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The sun never shines in the ghetto |
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It always rains in the hood |
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Heavy metals ring in the ghetto |
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Everybody moves 'caine in the hood (everybody move them things) |
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This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto (to my niggas stay in the ghetto) |
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It's lots of shine in the ghetto |
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Too many haters in the hood (too hard, niggas be hatin) |
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Gotta watch what you doin |
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The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood (Freeway, Young Gunz) |
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This for my niggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto (Oschino) |
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[Oschino] |
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Yo we gotta, hollow the gat, bottle the smack |
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When the cops pull up we gotta swallow the crack |
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All my niggas did time like Geronimo Prep |
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See the Benz like damn, what model is that |
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Oschino, the nigga who was locked in a cage |
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Niggas clockin my style like flavor flave |
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Fuck gettin the Source Award, or gettin Five Mics |
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I'm happy just gettin my daughter a pink bike |
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A roof over her head and some Barbie skates |
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It's plenty of nights man, I hardly ate |
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I'm from where the summers dangerous, the winters is cold |
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And bitches pop Van X's like birth control |
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I got bitches on death row, stuck with a cell number |
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So close to Jesus they got his cell number |
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The ghetto is trife, this is my life |
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How many rappers you know been down for murder twice? |
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[Neef] |
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Yo what up wit ch'all niggas |
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What it look like? |
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Throw it in the pot, see if the shit cook right |
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We can get it down, see if it bubble white or brown |
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Take it to the town and break my youngin's down |
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It's doin good, business is lookin fine |
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Get 'em for 20, but maybe 29 |
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Youngin out on his grind, youngin poppin 'em nine's |
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I'm a juvenile delinquent, youngin was doin time |
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Cause Judge Reynold's left it up to my mom (what else?) |
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And I was thinkin like, damn ain't that crazy? |
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But mom duke's can't live without her baaaby |
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I'm back home, thrity eight strong, out on my own |
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Thinkin, get it wit chrome |
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Fuck makin them songs, but my mind right now |
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And this rap shit be my grind right now (now...now...) |
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The sun never shines in the ghetto |
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It always rains in the hood |
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Heavy metals ring in the ghetto |
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Everybody moves Cain in the hood |
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This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto |
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It's lots of shine in the ghetto |
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Too many haters in the hood |
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Gotta watch what you doin |
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The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood |
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This for my niggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto |
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[Young Chris] |
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You wanna shit on? I'm on your boy like the narc's on 'em |
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You ever heard a nigga's lawyer scared to talk for him? |
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Creep in the dark on him, the led bark on him |
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I'm on his head til the Fed's spread chalk for him |
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That's how we do it dawg, these the last days |
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Yeah I had my bad days, I been through it ch'all |
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But I grew back (grew back) |
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Got my groove back (groove back) |
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That's how we do in trainin, cockin them two's back |
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Same dudes namin', givin up news |
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Gettin up on the stand, endin up on the news |
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It's fucked up what that pressure'll do |
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And you don't wanna fuck up when they questionin you |
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Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you |
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Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you |
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Cris come up outta you, dough that ain't right to do |
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Put that dough and get your body viewed |
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[Freeway] |
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Let me get five for twenty, or seven for thrity |
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That shit that you hear in the ghetto |
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They don't care in the hood |
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Cop four twenties and seven thirties |
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Then niggas disappear from the ghetto |
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Get snatched from the hood |
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Feds grab 'em, and some get put in the dirt |
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Some live in grime, good with the work |
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Stick up kids get hit with the nine |
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But the funeral parlor good with embalming fluid |
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Good with the hearst |
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Some niggas don't even grind |
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But still make a stack every other night, good with the dice |
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So it don't even matter, get hungry in the hood |
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Miss Low is sharp with the platters, good with the rice |
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And her daughter's just like her |
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Shootouts, they stash my guns, and I got away good with the knifes |
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The end of the nights, stash my ones |
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Cause I'm good with the rocks, the smokers good with pipes |
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The sun never shines in the ghetto |
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It always rains in the hood |
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Heavy metals ring in the ghetto |
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Everybody moves Cain in the hood |
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This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto |
