| Now a while ago, I had to do a little bid
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| Cause of the things I wanted, as a little kid
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| I wanted to be like the dealers a lot
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| Cause of the things they had and the respect that they got
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| All the girls used to jock 'em
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| And I wondered why my parents used to knock 'em
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| I had a talent, or a hobby you should say
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| I like rap, or poetry, but anyway
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| Stay away from drugs, I paid it no mind
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| I wanted to hustle for bread, instead of writin rhymes
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| So I said to hell with it
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| Instead of stayin away from drugs I was sellin it
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| I was out all day until the job was done
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| Instead of rockin the parties I was robbin 'em
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| The females, paid me no mind, not a Giant
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| Andre Barnes at the time
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| But the rock started sellin, the dough was comin in
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| Dealers wanted in, girls started runnin in
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| Some said I’m crazy how I’m livin
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| I must be, crazy cash and crazy women
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| Yeah my gear was right
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| They called me Andre the Giant and it wasn’t cause of my height
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| Losin G’s in cee-lo
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| I never sweat it; |
| cause my connect got kilos
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| My bank, two thou that’s what’s in it
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| Rollin cee-lo, headcrack makin G’s in a minute
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| Oh yeah I’m all for dis
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| Yeah I’m handsome, but the money made me gorgeous
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| Now the girls wanna see me
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| The little kids around the block wanna be me
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| I was chillin, in thousand dollar coats
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| I had links and ropes, and yo the shit was dope
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| I had the jewels oh did I have the jewels
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| The talk of the town, the neighborhood news
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| But friends weren’t true inside
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| They were passengers, goin along for the ride
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| And it makes you say damn!
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| Because I feel so hard I had scars on my hands
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| I thought I’d be fine
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| But I got bagged and snagged and then I had to do a little time
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| Friends don’t hang it’s a waste of time
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| I got one dollar, one girl and some great rhymes
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| I pursued the wrong dream
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| Now to make a fast buck I gotta scheme
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| Find a cee-lo game, yo Bank I gotta buck
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| I ace to a deuce, yeah that’s just my luck
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| I gotta go right and exac
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| TInstead of a package, I wanted a mic and a hype track
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| Instead of robbin the parties, I’m rippin 'em
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| MC’s were gettin done, every week a different one
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| It’s time to put my talent to use
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| There’s no excuse, I just gotta get loose
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| And now I’m really convinced
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| I got raw with Lord Finesse, and been straight since
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| Now you see how I lost it
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| But I bounced back, you might not be as fortunate
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| So take heed my friend
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| Before you take a shortcut that leads to a dead end
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| Take my advice cause the Giant said so
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| And remember -- there’s more than one way out the ghetto |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song More Than One Way Out Of The Ghetto , by - Showbiz. Song from the album Runaway Slave, in the genre R&B