Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In the Ghetto, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Same Thing Different Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle, Trae Tha Truth
Song language: English
In the Ghetto |
Welcome to the ghetto, where forever be the same |
Hard times, got my people unable to maintain |
Everytime I look around, it’s somebody doing bad |
That’ll put you in the grave, for som’ing they never had |
Everyday in the hood, it be the same thang |
Poverty running my people, so they love pain |
And I don’t know if it’s wrong, but still I know it ain’t right |
I seen a lot of people die, in the street life |
The other day it hit my heart, when I watch the news |
A lil' girl got killed, while she was 'sleep in her room |
And she ain’t deserve to die, cause that’s a kid dog |
Them niggaz took the life, that she ain’t get to live at all |
Sometimes I wanna help the ghetto, but it ain’t gon do a thang |
Cause I know that they ignant, and that’s a god damn shame |
It’s an everyday task, trying to live a good life |
Inside of the ghetto, where everybody be shife |
Welcome to the South, niggaz ain’t sleep at all |
Ery’body out on the block, stay ducking them laws |
A couple niggaz on parole, hustling by the sto' |
I’m telling that ain’t the way to go, play your role |
But you don’t hear me though, this what I’m living fo' |
Hustle till I get mine, grind cause I need mo' |
Shots release, too late for you to scream peace |
This how it is in the street, leaving is obsolete |
And still I maintain, seeing the same thang |
Sometime I scream, my brain just looking for a change |
But day in and day out, I move in and move out |
Keep my bidness discrete, I’m on a paper route |
I wasn’t broke for nothing, still I was learning some’ing |
If you ain’t been through nothing, then you ain’t seen nothing |
This how it really is, around my way |
Where anybody can get it, anytime of the day |
I analyze the block, babies are running round with glocks |
Dope in they socks, can’t skip hot so fuck the cops |
Moving from crumbs to bricks, nigga these slums are thick |
I try to tell my lil' niggaz, but they think they slick |
These white folks don’t play, they gon hot your way |
They try to give you twenty years, just for living the wrong way |
And who’s to say now-a-day, right from wrong |
They ain’t living how we live, so they can’t get in my zone |
We get chased home for stones, and laws wanna break our bones |
In places in and out a high cell, to roam |
And that’s prolly the reason, we going crazy |
Pissed at poverty, cause the system trying to fade me |
Lately, I’ve been trying to stay out of trouble |
But it’s hard to stop from copping, the sack and flipping the double |
Don’t catch the wrong route, when you on that Metro |
There’s a sign in front of the hood, that says Welcome To the Ghetto |
I wonder, if heaven got a ghetto |
But b-burning down the b-block, I put the petal to the medal |
Running with my cousins in Texas, Lil' Cross and Big Money |
My nigga Trae and Lil' Joe, nigga all action |
In the ghetto, I’ve been riding through the hood for years |
And ain’t a damn thang changed, mama still shedding tears |
Niggaz fresh out the Penn, some niggaz just going in |
Some niggaz gon run and stutter, turning they self in |
Never seen a black man, flying dope on a plane |
But they lock us up for it, shackle us with chains |
Welcome to the ghetto, ghetto starts and mob cars |
With bullet holes in it, niggaz shot up and scarred |
But still living, driven by the game itself |
To stay alive in these cold streets, mashing for wealth |
Up in this ghetto, O.G.'s P’s and C’s |
Thugs, pimps, playas hit the 6−4's or 3's |
Yeeeah, ghetto ghetto life |
Of mii-ine, li-li-li-life life (welcome to the ghetto) |