Yeeeeah
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[Hook x2: Russell Lee]
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In the ghetto, I'm living in a ghetto world
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In the ghetto (in the ghetto), it's a struggle but I gotta maintain
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[Trae]
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Welcome to the ghetto, where forever be the same
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Hard times, got my people unable to maintain
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Everytime I look around, it's somebody doing bad
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That'll put you in the grave, for som'ing they never had
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Everyday in the hood, it be the same thang
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Poverty running my people, so they love pain
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And I don't know if it's wrong, but still I know it ain't right
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I seen a lot of people die, in the street life
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The other day it hit my heart, when I watch the news
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A lil' girl got killed, while she was 'sleep in her room
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And she ain't deserve to die, cause that's a kid dog
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Them niggaz took the life, that she ain't get to live at all
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Sometimes I wanna help the ghetto, but it ain't gon do a thang
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Cause I know that they ignant, and that's a god damn shame
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It's an everyday task, trying to live a good life
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Inside of the ghetto, where everybody be shife
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[Hook x2]
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[Yung Redd]
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Welcome to the South, niggaz ain't sleep at all
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Ery'body out on the block, stay ducking them laws
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A couple niggaz on parole, hustling by the sto'
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I'm telling that ain't the way to go, play your role
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But you don't hear me though, this what I'm living fo'
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Hustle till I get mine, grind cause I need mo'
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Shots release, too late for you to scream peace
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This how it is in the street, leaving is obsolete
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And still I maintain, seeing the same thang
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Sometime I scream, my brain just looking for a change
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But day in and day out, I move in and move out
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Keep my bidness discrete, I'm on a paper route
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I wasn't broke for nothing, still I was learning some'ing
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If you ain't been through nothing, then you ain't seen nothing
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This how it really is, around my way
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Where anybody can get it, anytime of the day
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[Lil Boss]
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I analyze the block, babies are running round with glocks
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Dope in they socks, can't skip hot so fuck the cops
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Moving from crumbs to bricks, nigga these slums are thick
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I try to tell my lil' niggaz, but they think they slick
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These white folks don't play, they gon hot your way
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They try to give you twenty years, just for living the wrong way
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And who's to say now-a-day, right from wrong
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They ain't living how we live, so they can't get in my zone
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We get chased home for stones, and laws wanna break our bones
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In places in and out a high cell, to roam
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And that's prolly the reason, we going crazy
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Pissed at poverty, cause the system trying to fade me
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Lately, I've been trying to stay out of trouble
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But it's hard to stop from copping, the sack and flipping the double
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Don't catch the wrong route, when you on that Metro
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There's a sign in front of the hood, that says Welcome To the Ghetto
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[Hook x2]
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[Spice 1]
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I wonder, if heaven got a ghetto
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But b-burning down the b-block, I put the petal to the medal
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Running with my cousins in Texas, Lil' Cross and Big Money
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My nigga Trae and Lil' Joe, nigga all action
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In the ghetto, I've been riding through the hood for years
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And ain't a damn thang changed, mama still shedding tears
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Niggaz fresh out the Penn, some niggaz just going in
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Some niggaz gon run and stutter, turning they self in
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Never seen a black man, flying dope on a plane
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But they lock us up for it, shackle us with chains
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Welcome to the ghetto, ghetto starts and mob cars
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With bullet holes in it, niggaz shot up and scarred
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But still living, driven by the game itself
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To stay alive in these cold streets, mashing for wealth
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Up in this ghetto, O.G.'s P's and C's
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Thugs, pimps, playas hit the 6-4's or 3's
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[Hook x2]
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[Russell Lee]
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Yeeeah, ghetto ghetto life
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Of mii-ine, li-li-li-life life (welcome to the ghetto)
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In the Ghetto
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| Trae |
