Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Livin' (feat. The Ghetto Commission) , by - Mia x. Release date: 26.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Livin' (feat. The Ghetto Commission) |
| So I walked 'round with a vest and a strap on my waist |
| I’m living in a strange place where all the odds are against me |
| I’m doin bad and the shit you got is startin to tempt me |
| We never had cause the ghetto got us trapped in depression |
| Learnin lesson after lesson cause the devil be testin |
| It got me stressin, keep my Smith N Wesson cocked at all times |
| Cause even I could fall to victim at the drop of a dime |
| But that’s the chances I got to take to escape all of this madness |
| That put you in the casket for the cornbread and cabbage |
| Lord knows I’m tryin to find an exit out the ghetto |
| But it won’t let go, that’s why I got to tote my pistol |
| Ghetto living |
| (Father forgive me, I know that what I do is wrong) |
| Ghetto living |
| (I been tryin a find a better way for so long) x2 |
| Soldiers die in my world but people look at killers like stars |
| We duckin from the laws cause we ain’t tryin to live behind bars |
| Growin up with less, envious of what the next man had |
| Never knew what livin good was till I started movin them sacks |
| My hood infested with crack, that’s why I paint a picture so vivid |
| I tell it cause I live it, runnin with boss bitches and niggas that get |
| convicted |
| This street got us all, nothin changed in the game but the players |
| I’m talkin about the hustlers, the ballers, the killers and the rhyme sayers |
| That’s why I ain’t scared to pop a nigga, stop a nigga, drop a nigga |
| I only fuck with the real, cause it’s real in my battlefield |
| I hope it’s true what they say, and that the father forgives |
| Excuse me for the things I do cause in the ghetto I live |
| This shit’s goin get even realer, so you ain’t gotta ask, I feel ya |
| I live the life of a hard knock, that ghetto bitch on the block |
| My nigga had a shop, I took the rocks and bag weed |
| Chased them broads down with china, and ran alot of minors |
| With big tymer dreams of money, hoes and clothes |
| They didn’t get it, tombstones and jail cells also come with it |
| I pity all them babies born from crack mama’s |
| But I’m a mama too and when the bills is due I gotta |
| Get it how I live, bitter tears I cry |
| My best friend, my cousin and my man died |
| Or should I say was murdered |
| I know you heard the same stories before |
| We walk the streets like we poverties whores behind the dollar bill |
| This still life got us dying so young |
| Precious Lord let the new day come |
| Uh, come on |
| Cause ain’t no winning when your living like that |
| It’s the blueprint, the plan, the set up, the trap |