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You better listen to me, why you wanna act like someone else, ain t nothing changed
She was nine months pregnant, funky ghetto The, but i got no place to go
no food to eat
i always tell the truth about things like this
Talking bout the ghetto funky, be intelligent
won t ya tell em bout it too hort
so if you don t listen
Won t ya tell em bout it too hort, thought he got off dope doing time in the pen
Talking bout the ghetto funky, only thing i know is how to survive
Got no place else to go, you better listen to me, even though my brothers do me just like that
life is one hard rap
And her baby died just like a dope fiend, if he played me close and tried to test my cool Ghetto, young kids grow up and that s all they know
Funky ghetto, but you don t see
Where will you be, sitting in the jailhouse running your mouth
tryin to survive in the heart of the ghetto
Only you and yours, even though some people give you no respect
Drive fancy cars, dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouth, keep dealing with the hard times day after day
waiting on him i d better help myself
Tryin to stay alive, keep dealing with the hard times day after day, waiting on him i d better help myself
the ghetto talkin bout the ghetto
The ghetto talkin bout the ghetto, children are cryin Too, tryin to stay alive
Talking bout the ghetto, thought he got off dope doing time in the pen
Even though she s got five mouths to feed, we re all the same color underneath $hort, the ghetto talkin bout the ghetto
Trying to stay alive, i always tell the truth about things like this, just hoping and hoping
Children are cryin, the ghetto talkin bout the ghetto The, didn t teach him in school now he s slangin dope
The ghetto talkin bout the ghetto, only you and yours