I was raised a little young nigga doin' bad shit
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Talk much shit, cause I never had shit
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I can remember bein' whooped in class
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And if I didn't pass momma would whoop my ass
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Was it my fault poppa didn't plan it out?
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Broke out left me to be the man of the house.
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I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
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Found a block, got a glock, and I clocked grip
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Makin G's was my mission
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Movin enough of this shit to get my momma out the kitchen
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And why must I sock a fella
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Just to live large like Rockafella
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First you didn't give a fuck, but you learnin now
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If you don't respect our town, then will burn you down
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God Dam, it's a mutherfuckin riot
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Black people on a rage, police so don't try it
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If your not from the town, then don't pass through
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Cause some O G's, fools might blast you
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It ain't right but it's long overdue
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We can't have peace, till the niggas get a piece too
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I want G so you labeled me a criminal
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And if I die, I wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.
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I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto
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I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto
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I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto
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I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto
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Here on earth
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Tell me whats a black life worth
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A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
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And even when you take the shit
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Move cowards get a lawyer, you can shake the shit
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Ask Rodney, Natasha, and many more
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It's been goin on for years, theres plenty more
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When they ask me when will I violence cease?
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When your troops stop shootin niggas down in the streets
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Niggas had enough, time to make a difference
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Bear witness on are own business
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fuck the gaurd cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet
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But we couldn't afford the shit, now everythings free
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So we loot, please don't shot when ya see
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I'm takin from them, cause for years they would take from me
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Now the tables are turned around
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You didn't listen until the nigga burned it down
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Now Bush can't stop the hit
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I predict the shit, in 2pacalypse
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And for once I was down with niggas
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Felt good in the Hood, being around the niggas yeah
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And the first time everybody let go
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The streets is death row
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I wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.
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(Chorus)
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I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
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Misplaced hate makes disgraced races
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We under, I wonder what it takes to make this
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One better place, let erase the wasted
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Take the evil out the people they'll be actin right
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Cause both black and white is smokin crack tonight
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And the only time we deal is when we kill each other
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It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
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Although it seems heaven sent
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We ain't ready to have a black president huh
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And ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
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The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
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I wake up in the mornin, and ask myself
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Is life worth livin ,should I blast myself
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I'm tired of being poor and even worse, I'm black
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My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch
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Cops give a damn about a negro
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Pull a trigga, kill a nigga , he's a hero
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Mo' nigga, mo' nigga, mo' niggas
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Rather be a dead then a po' nigga
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Let the lord judge the criminals, and If I die
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I wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.
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(Chorus until it fades out)
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I Wonder If Heaven's Got A Ghetto
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| 2Pac |
