
Date of issue: 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 |