Lyrics Ghetto Rain (feat. Master P and O'Dell) - Silkk The Shocker, Master P

Ghetto Rain (feat. Master P and O'Dell)

Picture this, any man that hustle because like to is a fool.
Any man that hustle because he got to feed his family…
Thats a real man.
nyou see I hustle because I got feed me family
I got families to feed, I got feed my mama,
I got to feed big mama, I got to feed my cousin,
I got to feed my lil brother, I got to feed my sister,
I got to feed my kids, I got to feed my people.
The ghettos got me hustlin tryin to survive
The ghetts got me hustlin tryin to stay alive.
The ghetto get me hustlin tryin to survive,
And I know Im goin to hustle until the day I die.
Uugghh!!!
Its da black rain to da moon and tears that cause lies
See thats the way I felt when my lil brother died.
And some fools say it aint no justice
And other niggaz say it aint no peace
Thats why thugs help their on these projects and on these streets.
See my daddy made me a dealer
And my cousin made me killer.
See thats why everything we do, they gonna respect us and feel us And Im still tryin to understand why big daddy was with da rest
And my nephew on the last counter on da 14th down the car reck.
It aint muthafucker down on dope, on crack, or aids
And I see so many ghetto people go to jail
And live your life and die like slaves.
I got a relative on apeel doin 25 flat
On murder or ride nigga fuck it johnny cochran cant fight that.
And since Im black and Im rich
They see to overlook its me advise
First class niggaz tryin call da police tryin to book us.
Aint that a bitch, I done made millions
And still goin through a thang
Thats niggaz ask me p why the fuck you never change.
Its like Im rich and poor
I open the world and slang dop
Its the world changes knowand changes I thorp.
I thank all my big brothers with out him I wouldnt made it through
So with life on line put all up 4 him so I put that shit on tru.
The ghetto got me caught up, no broken dreams
The ghettos trap, I see some on crack, and dope fiends.
My hommie, never did no crime but lien up in the hearse
Thank God 4 all that I got from that times can be wrorst.
Ever feel like u was swimming, and really was dronin
You anit wanna smile but your tender smile always see me clownin
I trade my life to make the world better
Trade everything I got including life
To bring back my brother kevin.
See I spit the realist shit
Tryin make yoll feel this shit.
Yoll tryin put the finger on our side,
Livin middle bricks livin this shit.
See I tell you everybody use to ride benzes
But we had to ride buggies
Mom wanted better things for me But private school was way past our budget.
So if im happy and Im smilin and Im camouflage my problems
The only way I can really solve them
If I really grab and revolve them.
So I grab it and I cocked it I was going to pop it.
But I stop, forgot I was rich.
What everybody not rich.
Every month so close to gettin no profits
My only hustle, I told them to stop it,
But cant really knock it.
Everybody died up in game
Everybody tryin to maintain
Wall from out da ghetto,
Close my eyes and still see the pain.
Sometimes I just get fed up.
To all my souljas worldwide
I know its hard to stride.
Keep your head up!