| Ghetto Soldier, I’m representin' from that Houston
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| Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt
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| Kick in doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows
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| I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive
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| I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real niggas
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| Hell is soft, I kept it real from the fuckin' start
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| I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood so dirty
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| I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried
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| Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home
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| It ain’t much, but its something I can call my own
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| I go to war at any times, at any place
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| Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face
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| I want your jades, your jackets, and your jewelry
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| What the fuck you on my block, if you ain’t cool with me
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| You crossed the line, ain’t no time to press rewind
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| I caught you slippin' cause I heard that you dropped a dime
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| On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life
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| Low G, now I got to earn another stripe
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| Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin' car
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| Ghetto clothes, but I’m feeling like I’m ghetto far
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| Don’t disrespect my mind — don’t disrespect my clika
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| A maggots gon' be a maggot, faggot’s gon' be a faggot
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| But if they want some static, I got an automatic
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| This automatic, if I grab it
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| Sometimes it’s tragic, causin havoc
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| Bullets blastin, but he had to have it from startin racket
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| Looked at the wounded and all the graphic
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| The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic
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| Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget
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| And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit
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| I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like it
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| You disrespect the clip, puto I get excited
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| My trigga finger get itchy, like I was +Lionel Richie+
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| A +Commodore+, when I go to war
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| So get down so I can touch you quickly
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| No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot
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| You fuckin punk, that’s why I don’t fuck with you
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| Cock strong, pretty boy but don’t get it twisted
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| A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it
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| Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions
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| So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Disrespect My Mind , by - Baby Bash. Song from the album Ultimate Cartel, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп