Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Afterlife, artist - Reflection Eternal. Album song Train Of Thought, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rawkus Entertainment
Song language: English
Ghetto Afterlife |
These niggaz ain’t thugs, the real thugs is the government |
Don’t matter if you independent, democrat or republican |
Niggaz politickin the street, get into beef |
Start blastin, now a new cat is executive chief |
With a, passion for heat you get, blast in yo’seat |
Die before you crash in yo’Jeep, never passin in your sleep |
like an old man, you ain’t a fool you got a whole plan |
to conquer territories like Europeans who stole land |
The future of your whole fam’hang in the balance |
You the king, and your block is the palace |
Y’all niggaz is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable |
Keep your weight wet, call in collect to save a buck or two |
Get mad, who the fuck are you? |
What you gonna do? |
Exactly what I thought — NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin |
you the undisputed champion, I’m in a class you can’t be in My words is flesh like Jesus, the aquarian |
Chorus: T. Kweli and Kool G. Rap |
It’s just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife |
Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight |
Where they sacrifice the life and niggaz see flashes of light |
When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife |
Yeah, dudes gettin money is still thuggin |
Chicks gettin money is still ghetto |
Still livin the whole thuggish stilleto |
Your team let the metal burst before you take an L you raised in hell, let the dust settle first |
Then you ask the question, snatchin the life of the innocent |
Shit happens huh, a man’s respected by his actions |
It’s the karma of the street, you try to meet the karma |
while the karma sleep, yo it’s deep, but the karma can’t be beat |
You don’t know your enemy, so you fightin with yourself |
Relate to rap niggaz cause they writin what you felt |
You got top shelf connects you gettin seasoned like a veteran |
We suck the venom out the snake bite, without the medicine |
We benefit from niggaz in tenements, dyin for benjamins |
So bad that they know they own coffin measurements |
Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, don’t be hesistant |
or fall victim to the element, word is bond |
«So while y’all keep on fakin the funk, |
we gonna keep on walkin through the darkness carryin our torches» |
→DJ Premier |
{*scratched* «I'ma give-give-give it to-to you straight» |
«Straight up and down!"→DJ Premier |
Chorus: T. Kweli and Kool G. Rap |
Just another chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife |
Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight |
Where they sacrifice the life and niggaz see flashes of light |
When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife |
Niggaz get caught up in the struggle |
End up in court in trouble, sportin a bubble |
Ford azure bubble, importer smuggle, forcin a rumble |
Hit the blocks with a portion to double |
Flip and get tossed in the huddle |
Police with one piece short of the puzzle |
It’s a hustle, peep the street life, they movin muscle |
and the G’s’ll make your knees buckle |
Tussle with heat until your feet stand in a pee puddle |
Cheese double but all the speedy niggaz bleed puddles |
Make the headlines; |
some try to escape the fed time |
Phone taps on direct lines — tec-9's with the red shine |
Jake climbin through the bedroom blinds |
Tryin to bring you to your deadline, it’s slippery when wet signs |
Red time, wipe the sweat around your neck time |
One shot spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen your prime |
Pieces of hot lead left in your mind |
One slug to the left of your spine |
Forever late to rest on the shrine |