| I used to watch T. V and see the superstars
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| Three story mansions and fancy cars
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| Now picture that a Geto Boy walking that life G
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| Coming up in a house full of negativity
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| Everybody drinking everybody smoking
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| Everybody cussin' and fussin' like hell I’m hopin'
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| That I can raise up outta this mess
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| I’m too damn young to be distressed and oh yes
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| I went and got what I thought was mine
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| Did the crime the time and a mother fucker didn’t whine
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| But fuck that shit the jailhouse ain’t for me
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| I got places to go and people to see
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| Wanna make millions and live to see my grandchildren
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| That’s the mother fucking dream that I’m building
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| Anybody ain’t with that can step the fuck back
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| It’s 41 for the poor one never cries
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| I used to dream about getting that cash
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| And buy my mamma a crib and I did before she passed
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| The good life has no equivalent
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| It ain’t a fantasy no more because I’m living it
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| Geto fantasies
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| I don’t live here any more
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| Oh no no no geto fantasy
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| He said he’d open opportunities
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| But to me ain’t no open opportunities
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| So shut your Mickey D’s down in my communities
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| Cos it ain’t helping feed me or my family
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| And that’s the reala
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| And you can give a twelve gauge to a nigga
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| Ain’t got scrilla
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| And now you got a born killer
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| Cap peela
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| And while you build your penitentiaries for my children
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| I plant seeds for my children
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| So when they cross these roads you’ll be prepared
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| And never show no respect to these hoes that never cared for
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| Plus they only come around to the black folks
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| When they run they campaign and they lack votes
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| Once you vote em in they don’t know
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| Once you vote em in they can’t do jack for you
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| I guess it’s true when they tell me you don’t fight fair
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| You turn my ghetto fantasy into a nightmare
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| Geto days keep ghetto thoughts relevant
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| But geto ways make murder imprevalent
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| You feel me?
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| I been through many geto episodes all the same
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| When will niggas learn to use they mind and maintain
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| See you’re always on the defense
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| Relying on your street sense
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| I told you once to use them sense to make dollars
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| Not to make a mother holler
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| That hard shit’s kind a hard to swallow
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| Tomorrow there’ll be more killings in the hood
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| From child abuse to drug dealings it ain’t good
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| They want to see us stuck
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| Shit out of luck
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| Can’t nobody ever say I didn’t try to give a fuck
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| Cos I did and I do
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| The rest is up to you
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| No matter what you do to your hood stay true
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| And you’ll make it
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| Can’t nobody take it
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| Geto fantasies become realities if you don’t let em shake it |