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[Fredro Starr]
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A lot of things have changed since I grown up
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Half my brothaz got locked, half got blown UP!
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From playin' '2-hands-touch'and the games in the street
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But the games ain't the same, now we playin' with heat
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SEE THIS DANGER! In my building, they're rollin' dice there
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Ain't nuthin' nice there, who dare with ice there?!
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My hallway ain't right, wrong way to the thugs in the doorway
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Peace, kid I'm out, NO DOUBT! We just hangin' on the corner
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Puffin' trees as tryin' to stay warm, sippin' ??? Jezus!
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Problems after problem, it keeps involvin'
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They got us starvin', that's why we out rottin'
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(Knah'm sayin'?)
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These days I can't remember like the 6th of December
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I think it was September nah, maybe it was November (what?!)
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This kid got rocked, just was steppin' on some sneakers
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Heard from Tamica, he's gettin' buried in a speaker
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Cuz his mom's was on that *inhaling*, gettin' laced
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She got SMOKIN' IT! She took one bad hit
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[CHORUS]
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Aiyyo (YO!), you can't escape the ghetto
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Hell no, it's everywhere you go
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Aiyyo (YO!), you can't escape the ghetto
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Hell no, it's everywhere you go
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Aiyyo (YO!), you can't escape the ghetto
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Hell no, it's everywhere you go
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Aiyyo (YO YO!), you can't escape the ghetto
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Hell no, it's everywhere you go
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[Sonsee]
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I'm not your rolemodel, I drink the whole bottle
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Dont' follow nobody, cuz you'll never know tomorrow
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Just look around, EVERYWHERE!, it's dispersed
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It ain't no care, hate, and good times is rare
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Or seldom last long, they always fade it
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With my fam is dyin' over money and gettin' incarcerated
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Yeah! Just to be as patistic, it's sadistic
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Too realistic, we doin' this QUIK!
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The other night kids got bad, got 'em kids build intend
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They caught a law's news spread(?)
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Last week they was blazin' on the corner, bullets ricochet
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It's somebody's baby, had they kid maybe dead
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They sold it from the ???, they say delease
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Livin' in the ghetto...rest in peace
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Hates where I'm from, the good tie up
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The sky is grey, we never see sun
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The ghetto-life is: 'live and let live'
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All the day to day
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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It all began when Shorty rocked, took the law in his own hand
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Sick of seein' his mom's gettin' beat up by his old man
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So he did what any kid would've done
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Went into the closet, got his pop's gun
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Who need enemy when you got family?
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It's hard to get a job when you look like me (WORD UP!)
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See people don't just rob cuz they all unemployment
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Some do it for the pure satisfaction enjoyment
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Brrrr, it's cold, this world is freezin'
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Folks get murdered over no-pair raisin'(NO!)
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Packin' they backs, talkin' 'bout they leavin'
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But where ya gonna go? You can't escape THE GHETTO!
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You see more when you HIGH, even less when you LOW
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You can't run from your own ??? home
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[CHORUS]
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Thangz Changed
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