| I’m In The Ghetto*
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| Tryin Grind Up Out It
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| An The Feeling Got Niggas
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| Killing An Dying About It
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| An My Only Concern Is Will It Be My Turn Today
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| An Baby It Just Might But It’s Alright
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| We Still Chopping Through The Nite So Hold Tight
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| I See The Light An I Hope Tomorrow Ain’t To Far Away
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| Waiting For Tomorrow
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| Watchin Ceiling Fans Go Round An Round
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| Sweat From Stress Looks Like Rain On The Ground
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| When I Exhale…
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| See The Pain In The Clouds
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| Pretty Much The Same As A Child The Pain I Mean.
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| Producking my environment was kane to me.
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| Producking my environment why you blaming me?
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| See, It Ain’t No change In Me.
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| That Being The Dope Boy Was The Thang To Be.
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| An That’s Chesha But Have Your Ma Ever Ask You For Money
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| An She BE Like I Pay Ya In 3Days An The Third Day
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| A Friday An You Don’t See Til Bout Sunday
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| An She Sleep Alday On Monday,
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| U Be Like Ma Wheres My Money An She Be Like Boy Don’t Bug Me.
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| We Stay In This Apartment.
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| Yur Dad Ain’t Here I Don’t Have A Job Yet.
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| If It Ain’t ONe Thing It’s About Chump Change.
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| I NeighborHood Sound Like A Motherfucking Gun Range. |