Текст песни Ghetto, The

Talking bout the ghetto...funky funky ghetto
Trying to survive, trying to stay alive

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The ghetto
The ghetto
(Talking bout the ghetto)
The ghetto
The ghetto
(Funk funky ghetto)

Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
Old school buddies not doing it right
Every day it's the same
And it's the same every night
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool
If he played me close and tried to test my cool
Every day I wonder just how I'll die
Only thing I know is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real world
And that's to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break into my house again
Thought he got off early doing time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just like that
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the...

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So just peep the game and don't call it crap
Cause to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 million on a footbal team
And her baby dies just like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the house and no food to eat
Don't look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting high
Even though she's got five mouths to feed
She's rather spend her money on a H-I-T
I always tell the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked that listToo $hort - Ghetto, The - http://ru.motolyrics.com/too-short/ghetto-the-lyrics.html
Instead of adding to the task force send some help
Waiting on him I'd better help myself
Housing Authority and the O.P.D
All these guns just to handle me

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Even though they put us down and call us animals
we make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
drive fancy cars make love to stars
never really understand just who we are
we use alias names like Too Short
sell your stuff you might kill for
young kids grow up and thats all they know
didnt teach him in shcool now hes slanging dope
only thing he knows is how to survive
but will he kill another brother before he dies
in the ghetto
you keep one eye open
all day long just hopein and hopien
you can pay your bills and not drink to much
then the problems in life youll be throwin up
like me but you dont see
ten years from now where will you be

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so much game in this too short rap
cant be white and whites cant be black
why you wanna act like someone else
all you gotta do is just be yourself
were all the same color underneth
short dog is in the house you better listen to me
never be ashamed of what you are
proud to be black stand tall and hard
even though some people give you no respect
be intellagent when you put them in check
cuz when your ignorant you get treated that way
when they through you in jail you got nothin to say
so if you dont listen its not my fault
ill be gettin paid and youll be payin the cost
sittin in the jail house runnin your mouth
while me and my people try n get out

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