[Silkk]
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Just the other day my brother got killed
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its might be worse where you hang, but the projects where I live
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I see my partners on the corner cold serving the dope fiends
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I see no dreams, instead I see more fiends
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when Im on the cutter off than one
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for every dollar I make the white folks make a hundred
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and I can understand why niggaz sell cain
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cause every nigga got it good as the next man
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and white folks know that there will always be dope
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because they always have a kid that's starving and broke
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and now they wanna try to seize the crack and drug dealin'
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know that there will only lead to more and more killing
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a nigga got a steal deal with the fucking police
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I dipped in my alias and tell them they don't know me
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for some strange reason they still take me in
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trying to get a nigga to do time in the pen
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on the motherfucking murder weapon stanking identity (why is that?)
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cause they ghetto is a motherfucking trap
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[Big Ed/Master P]
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two marks got me out of the ghetto
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but the ghetto is where im from
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welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap
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but the ghetto is where I grow
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[C-Murder]
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Nigga as you know im c-murder
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kicking the funky shit that you never even heard of
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Im talking 'bout the motherfucking ghetto
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where many punk bitches get killed ho
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but I dont give a fuck about that G
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cause im rolling with a sick ass pops
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I met a kingpin said he want a ki
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I didn't know he was the motherfucking police
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I said fuck and kicked him in his knees
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and got away cross the street in some trees
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I started laughing saying, "Damn, he done slacked up."
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little did I know they 50 done had backup
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all I heard was freeze
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with three bullets to my back I feel to my knees
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I started screaming and crying
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everythang getting black, yo im dying
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all I could remember
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thought I always catch a bullet from a gang member
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the the ambulance came, paramedics asking me my motherfucking name
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damn I almost choked
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with six fuckin' doctors sticking tubes down my throat
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but through all of that I made it
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why I wanna I live man, I think im crazy
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now im going to the pen, but I dont give a fuck cause ill be out in 10
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all that shit cause im tired of eating scraps
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the ghetto is a trap
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[Big Ed/Master P]
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two marks got me out of the ghetto
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but the ghetto is where im from
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welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap
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but the ghetto is where I grow
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[Master P]
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Boom, Boom, Boom and im a gonner
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but im tripping on life cause 50 is right round the corner
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and mama say boy pray, better be glad it wasn't you that got blew away
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killed in the dope game, ill probably craft that on life
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in the motherfucking dice game, cause in the game of life it has 1 rule
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watch your ass, count your money, don't be a fool
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and don't fuck with a broke bitch, cause if you fuck with a broke
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bitch they get you in the fucking ditch
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so you can play the roll of a dummy
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think a bitch like you when a bitch really like your money
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now that don't mean shit nigga
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you better sleep with one eye open, and keep you finger on the fucking
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trigger, or go out like Jack, Jack died in the projects
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and Jill got another fucking nigga black
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or you can go out like a clucker, and end up six feet deep motherfucker
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and listen to what I say cause in the ghetto somebody else gets blowed
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away, cause that has no age, smoked out dope fiends on the
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motherfucking rage, so I refuse to be caught not strapped
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when I walk into the ghetto, knowing the ghetto is a trap.
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The Ghetto is a Trap
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| Tru |
