| This ghetto got me crazy
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| But there’s more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes
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| Master P:
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| Jealous niggas wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread
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| Only time will tell the truest shit I ever said
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| Now I’m walking with the devil (With the devil)
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| And they done banned my movies because a nigga from the ghetto
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| No nominees from the Grammies
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| But ask every nigga who bought Ghetto D do we sell whammies
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| Tears in my eyes from these street pains
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| That last time I seen my little brother was in a sheet man
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| And the feds follow me like I’m slanging crack
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| Wasting tax dollars cause I’m young, rich, famous and black
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| Master P:
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| Its a new slavery times done changed
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| Took the shackles off our wrists and put 'em on our brains
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| Got us killing up each other
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| Crack babies in the hood with AIDS infected mothers
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| Hypocrite preachers teaching the word
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| And gave us shelters and rehab when dope hit the suburbs
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| Watch Bill Gates buying islands
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| See we from the ghetto where ain’t nobody smiling
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| Where the poor live hungry
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| And penatentiaries packed sell t-shirts off my dead homies
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| I’m still mad at the world 'cause I ain’t got nothing to lose
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| Alot of young cats out there I know wanna stand in my shoes
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| I’m just a young thug nigga God helped me out with some paper
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| Mothafuckas call me C-Murder 'cause they no I ain’t no faker
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| Duck and dodgin' penatentiaries and running from debt
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| I ain’t got nothing but No Limit so I’m a represent it 'til my last breath
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| My tattoos represent my thoughts like a work of art
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| My mama cried when she saw fear, my pain tatted cross my heart
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| My enemies dropping like flies, nosy bitches wanna know why
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| Just take the C off my name and you left with a homicide
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| You see the ghetto made me crazy, but it also made me realize
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| I thank God for my hard times keep ghetto ties make me hard to kill
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| This ghetto got us crazy, but you know what
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| There’s more to life than bitches, weed and Mercedes
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| This for all the ghetto stars out there
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| Going through a thing
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| All my homies in the penatentiary
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| I feel y’all pain
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| To all my dead homies that caught up in the ghetto
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| Rest in peace (Kevin Miller, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls)
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| To all my No Limit Soldiers
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| The ghetto got us crazy, but we gotta overcome
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| It’s foolish, ya heard me |