Текст песни Streets of the Ghetto

I pumped bomb on the calm with no alarm

and never thought that it would get to my moms

But when she found out she made me take the pound out

and get out with it man I could forget it

Now I'm stayin with this girl who got a kid

by another nigga whose crew is much bigger

But he don't dig it cause his jim hat broke

But she kept the baby cause he pumps coke

Now her crib is the new weed spot

to get the smoke or the choke, it was gettin mad hot

The next morning, while she was still sleeping

I was creeping to Jenny, here's a note, don't sweat it

Forget it, cause it ain't worth it

I need to be alone when I'm goin under the surface

Now I'm out to hit my workers

Two damn niggaz, and one Turkish white boy

who got Southeast sewn up

Business blowin up, and I'm still growin up

Only 17 and got my own crib

And still learnin how to live on the streets of the ghetto

The streets of the ghetto (3X)

Now I got friends cause the G's is comin in

Skeezers comin in, and I'm still runnin in and out

Taking care of biz on the block

I brought my crew, ten new Glocks..

.. just in case trouble knocks

Cause nowadays, we don't box

I'm eighteen gettin mad green off the fiends

Brand new sneakers, a cut, and some jeans

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that makes the whitey petrol

But I still can't let go, even though I'm makin

crooked dough, the system is easy to beat

And my shit's still not complete

Because I'm on my way to my first key

That was the biggest shit I ever bought G

I ain't gettin locked down, so I walk there, lock it up

Got my first key, now it's time to rock it up

Don't you know where it's gonna go?

Right out there... on the streets of the ghetto

The streets of the ghetto (3X)

Now I'm up to three keys, pounds of weed and sellin bundles

Distributin all three, to get all the fundzoes

The word around town is I'm the new Nino Brown

Twenty years old, I like the way it's goin down

I got money to burn -- dropped out of school

cause they couldn't teach me what I needed to learn

on how to earn big money, big money

I got the fortune, and a crib where it's sunny

But like a dummy, I started gettin careless

Talkin on the phone, so DEA could hear this

Date transaction the time and the spot

My world crashed on me, when I got caught

Now I'm locked, with the niggaz that are trife

No more money no more women for the rest of my life

Be in a cell, goin through hell

Just because you sell, they make sure I fell, oh well

Now I'm fitting, with fifty to go

And I never see the streets of the ghetto no mo