[Chorus repeat 2 times]
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In this world I feel pity
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I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
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(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
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[Verse 1]
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Look I was raised in in the (ghetto)
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I got payed in the (ghetto)
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alot of gangsta's got made in the (ghetto)
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alot of wanksta's got, got in the (ghetto)
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got shot in the (ghetto)-but not popped in they metal
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I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game
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they use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change
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now it's eight years later and I run shit
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kiss the ring 'cause now I'm on some dumb shit
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and I ain't with that kissing ass shit dawg
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you owe me stacks, don't hold me back-I'm backin heat with the Heatmakers
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I can spitt it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper
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you wonder why I never mix and mingle
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I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single
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and I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin
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and I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin'
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers
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cause in the(ghetto)niggaz quick to squabble
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everybody unemployed in the (ghetto)-well fair, health care
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shit the game ain't fair-alot of ya'll never come back to the (ghetto)
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'cause ya'll greedy ass fuck
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niggaz don't take care of they kids they'd rather by a new truck
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you wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood
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cause when the D's post up it's goin down in the hood
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it's understood that more paper, bring more haters
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everybody wanna coach but we need more players
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in eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis
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I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces
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[Chorus]
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Something is holdin me back [repeat til the end]
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The Ghetto Clean
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Lil' Flip |