| Shit, we tryna get it for real
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| Oh, Rich Boy, you niggas better get focused
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| Get money, muthafucka, get money, muthafucka
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| Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
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| Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K’s
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| Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
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| Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police
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| 'Bama wasn’t made for a nigga to win
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| See the color of ya skin get 'cha put in the pen
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| It’s real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
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| Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home
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| I be feelin' like the Lord’ll never answer me back
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| So I’m holdin' on my gat just in case they attack
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| Bullet holes in ya house’ll make it hard to sleep
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| Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap
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| 'Lotta niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends
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| It’s real how them penitentiary bars’ll break men
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| Niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends
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| It’s real how them penitentiary bars’ll break men
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| It’s where you live, it’s where you play
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| It’s where you learn your favorite slang
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| Your world is ghetto
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| It’s where I live, it’s where I’m from
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| It’s where you had to tote your gun
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| Your world is ghetto
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| Can’t explain how I feel growin' up in the gutter
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| Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her
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| Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate
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| Know a couple of niggas ain’t never comin' out the gate
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| Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know
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| Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don’t show
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| But a 44'll get 'cha money fast from robbin'
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| Do or die situation when ya tired, be stavin'
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| Government’d never send me a dime for school
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| So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool
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| I’m a leader for the South, pa, open ya ears
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| Young kids where I’m from wear permanent tears
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| It’s where you live, it’s where you play
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| It’s where you learn your favorite slang
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| Your world is ghetto
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| It’s where I live, it’s where I’m from
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| It’s where you had to tote your gun
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| Your world is ghetto
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| I’m a product of the block, watch the fiends come back
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| Got a couple white packs 'cause they fiend for that
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| Early five in the mornin', pigs showin' they badge
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| Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags
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| Speed bumps in the road start slowin' me down
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| See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now
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| Got a chance to advance, so I’m makin' my move
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| Couple o' people still thinkin' they got somethin' to prove
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| Pay the card for the South, yeah the hood my home
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| Told my mama I’ma leave the dope game alone
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| On my knees every night conversatin' wit God
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| Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard
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| Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain’t nothin' like the movies
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| I’m wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit the Uzi
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| Even if I take a trip around the world and back
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| I’m representin' for the hoods where they feel me at
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| It’s where you live, it’s where you play
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| It’s where you learn your favorite slang
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| Your world is ghetto
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| It’s where I live, it’s where I’m from
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| It’s where you had to tote your gun
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| Your world is ghetto, your world, ghetto
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| Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like
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| Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life
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| Throw 'em up if ya ghetto, shit
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| Your world, ghetto |