| It’s like my adversaries plottin on my death
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| But I put my life in God’s hands, y’know
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| I’m thugged out for life, I’m a ghetto nigga for life
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| And uhh. |
| I ain’t runnin from no problems
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| I’m just, tryin to be stress free y’know
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| Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh.
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| Hit that sess and let it just marinate y’know
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| Get away, ya heard me?
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| My soldiers roll with me
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| To a place, where we all
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| Can just get away
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| Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
| Is there a ghetto in the sky?
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| My soldiers roll with me
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| To a place, where we all
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| Can just get away
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| Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
| Is there a ghetto in the sky?
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| How many tears is momma gon' cry, how many caskets she gon' buy
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| Til we all gon' realize that we all was born to die
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| Niggas standin on corners, just to scheme and plot
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| Niggas killin up each other, for grams of rock
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| Subconcious all of my wrongdoing that’s why I pack a long gun
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| Niggas fightin everyday, til death be the outcome
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| I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen
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| Homies wishin of a better life but it’s blowin in the wind
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| And I was cursed since birth cause I was born in the project
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| Raised on powdered milk government cheese, eggs and a county check
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| I hustled in hallways with no lights
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| Hopin I could make it through the days and live through the nights
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| They nailed Jesus to the cross, put my people on dope
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| I don’t know a nigga in the project, that own a plane or a boat
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| See society got me fed up (fed up)
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| Brought us over here, to misled us
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| I gotta, troublesome mind, I gotta, troublesome soul
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| I been in and out of jail on probation and parole
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| And when I really die is they gon' steal my gold teeth?
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| Now who’s the real animal — dem or me?
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| And if you ready for me Lord, and I’m the, next contender
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| I’m tryin to change my life, see I don’t wanna die a sinner
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| And do the — police, really protect and serve?
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| Then why it ain’t no crack houses, in the suburbs?
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| Is there really a place where uhh
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| Ain’t no fightin, ain’t no killin, ain’t no backstabbin
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| Ain’t no friends turnin against each other
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| Ain’t no racism, ain’t no hate
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| Sound like heaven to me, huh
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| It’s hard to find |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto In The Sky, artist - Master P. Album song Only God Can Judge Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп