[Rich Boy:]
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Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
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Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's
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Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
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Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
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Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
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See the color of ya skin get ya put in the pen
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It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
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Sending niggas to the pen or the funeral home
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I be feeling like the Lord will never answer me back
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So I'm holding on my gat just in case they attack
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Bullet holes in ya house it'll make it hard to sleep
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Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap
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Lotta niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends
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It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men
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Niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends
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It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men
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[Chorus: John Legend]
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It's where ya live, it's where ya play
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It's where ya learn, ya favorite slang
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Your world is, ghetto
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It's where I live; it's where I'm from
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It's where ya had, to tote your gun
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Your world is, ghetto
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[Lil Wayne:]
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I could never win an Oscar 'cause I don't know how to act
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So on my first million dollars and I ain't know how to act
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Then the second million came, then more came after that
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Then more came after that, Hurricane after that
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DAMN!, and y'all saw the aftermath
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And in my hood we don't front, so I do give back
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When you see a hood nigga you gotta tilt your hat
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And since I'm a hood nigga I do just that
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OGs used to tell me you just rap
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Lil nigga all you need to do is rap
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And just when I thought I was gonna do just that
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Poppa was a Rolling Stone and them stone was crack
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Fuck being like Mike I wanna be like pop
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Then I picked up a mic I wanna be like 'Pac
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Please put down the pipe you don't need that rock
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Please put up a fight for the kids that watch
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Us in the spotlight and then they mock
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But caskets get closed and then they drop
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And cases get closed and they are dropped
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'Cause no one knows and nobody got
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Any out nor N-O, 'cause they better not
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Three words to a witness they get shot
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Let me tell you what this is, this is the block
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Always talk to God, never listen to cops
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[Chorus: John Legend]
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[Nas:]
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It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose
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There's only one Nas by the hundred thousand you's
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You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money
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Niggas is broke plus the Wolves is hungry
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Morgues full of dead niggas who was taking money
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Morgues full of niggas who the last shit they ate in stomach
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Spending stake, GORE-TEX boot, Prince still on his face
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His still on his face when we revisit his wake
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Whatever's undone I'd do it, fight against a whole army
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One gun I'll use it, some son two shit
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Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia
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You're far from opponents; we could spar for the moments
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I stay in deceitful conversations with creep with foul natures
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Attempted murders trials, the basics
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Threatening the witnesses and relatives of dead victims
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It's the shit we live, uh, Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony
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Bullets even hit a crack-head in his Abercrombie
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Psycho analyst was asking me what happened to me?
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See the yacht got to me, then the gat got to me
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Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money
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Then these beautiful bitches was bending backs for me
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Then lames put the rap game in a casket slowly
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Man I don't give a fuck, this is rap to me
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Ghetto Rich (Remix)
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