| The Ghetto would always gon' hold me down
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| Picking me up when I’m flat on the ground
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| Lifting me up through the dirt that I found
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| Taking me well beyond leaps and bounds
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| Sold to the mound? |
| soul to the clown
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| Little window
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| It don’t get no better when I get a little Henny kinfolk some Indo
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| Dead in my tracks like Kimbo, slam back another 6'4
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| Sip slow, got? |
| on my mind, flipping I’m fine
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| Back to that ghetto smhetto
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| Back to the basics back to the missions
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| My niggas no kidding I get on this plane and I’m going insane and I’m sharing
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| my rhythm been working on second winds
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| I’m second to none, seconds to win
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| Seconds to run
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| First to lose it, worst to come
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| Sippin on booze
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| Forever young
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| That’s real talk, come at you young
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| You can hear my real heart
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| It’s real dark
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| Back where I’m from
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| That’s cause they’ll kill ya
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| Mamma told me get money but don’t be no dummy but she was so caught up I
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| thought I was nothing I’m probably something method is complex
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| I’m probably something
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| Fuck it, (What), I’m ghetto
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| Buckets (What), I’m ghetto
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| Shawty know how to party
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| Little ghetto in all of us
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| I was conceived in the back seat, of my Granddaddy’s Caddy
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| Momma had me, she was 17 and my Pappy, was a Marine
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| Big dreams living in the ghetto, brick cities seven levels
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| Roses don’t grow threw concrete streets loaded with heavy metal
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| Chase paper and chase the devil
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| We can dance up under the moonlight
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| We can all fight fuck it bars and stripes, red blue and white
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| Listen at the shit I say, 'bout to sway as I convey
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| Everyday it’s payday no they ain’t fucking around
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| My thugs persuade
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| These niggas you see me wit' bitch
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| We got way more to lose
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| They call me Sticky got an itchy trigger finger niggas hog all your brews up
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| We can kick it like trues man get it in
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| Wit' a known motherfucker how to win
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| This is a trend, we set it again and again I
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| Guess I’m
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| Plenty niggas that’s from my set
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| Sign a motherfucker’s check you can’t even cash well that’s your ass fool
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| Imma let it rest
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| 7/11 I’m breaking?
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| Making it out the Ghetto I’m living swell now
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| I was born with a strike against me
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| Then they told me that life is empty
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| I don’t like it but the fight is in me
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| Never ever would I give 'em my rights don’t tempt me
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| Move forward, tunnel vision
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| I channel my energy without a collision they feeling the synergy all the
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| decisions I’m making broadcasts like a television
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| It’s all in the ether
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| It’s either I make it or somebody dead
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| Cause I’m tired, I’m
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| I’m ready to ride, rebelling cause Satan a lie
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| Momma sit back gimme some patience
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| For the Lord, no limits, no waiting
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| In the ghetto wit' Layzie
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| Too long we been dealing wit' the stress and the pressure of working with
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| lesser than less
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| No one would help for the drama was too much to measure, pleasure
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| Only came when we could make her smile
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| Treasure every day I can make her proud
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| Better one day
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| Wait, how 'bout now?
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| Together we pray, all out loud
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| I’m down, I’m not out
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| I found a way to get out
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| Said I couldn’t do it put my mind to it? |
| doing find a way out
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| Bring back the love for the kids
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| Like look what I did, you can do this
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| You always can make it, wherever you live |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Born in the Ghetto (feat. Big B), artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Album song Art of War WWIII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп