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Smooth it out
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This is a story about a drifter
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Who waited for the worst while the best live 'cross town
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Who never planned on having someday
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Why me huh?!
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Some get a little, and some get none
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Some catch a bad one, and some leave the job half-done
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I was one who never had and always mad
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Never knew my dad, motherfuck the fag
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Well anyway, I did pick-up, lift and click-up
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See many stick-ups, 'cos niggas had the trigger hick-ups
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I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
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My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
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I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit
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Thank God I'm quick, I had to eat this money as good as spent
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A 'do in braids, I wasn't paid enough
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I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a hair-cut
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I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed
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I got upset, I got a tick and a banana clip
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With down the flow, don't let them any dealin' tackhead
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A celebate rope, so a lotta good it woulda did
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Or done, if not bad luck I would have none
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Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one
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Why when I was a kid and played I was the sad one
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And always wanted to live like this or that one
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Chorus
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A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
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Livin' in the slums with bums I said now why Treach
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Do I have to be like this, mama said I'm priceless
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So I am, I'm worthless, starvin', that's just what being nice gets
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Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then though
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To stop the hell, I woulda ended things a while ago
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I ain't have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack
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War scars, stolen cars and a blackjack
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Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give
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Say something positive, well positive ain't where I live
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I live right around the corner from west hell
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Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell
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The sun never shine on my side of the street see
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And only once or twice a week I would speak
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I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
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I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome
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Some life, if you ain't wearin' gold, your style was old
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And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold
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Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
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But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play
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I'm gonna flaunt it, gonna know when, know when and not now
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How will I do it, how will I make it, I won't, that's how
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Why me huh
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Chorus
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My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead
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I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
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I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up the streets at night
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Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sets of Freddie's spikes
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Some say I'm all in all, nothing but a dog now
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I answer that with a fuck you and a bow-wow
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'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
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Than the fly flowin' in doo-doo on a concrete
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I've been a dead beat, dead to the world and dead wrong
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Since I was born, that's my life, oh you don't know this song
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So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand
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All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn
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If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel, so fill it skillet
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All that talk about it won't help it out, now will it
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In Illtown, feel like you stuck up, propped, and shot
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Don't worry, he got hit by a flurry and this punk ass dropped
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But I'm the one who has been labaled as an outcast
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They teach in school some of the misfits I will outlast
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But that's cool, with the fool smack 'im backwards
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That's what you get when you're fuckin' with the ghetto bastard
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If you ain't never been to the ghetto
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Don't ever come to the ghetto
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'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto
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So stay the fuck out of the ghetto
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Why me, Why me
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Ghetto Bastard
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Naughty By Nature |