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Geto Boys
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Brad Jordan
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Chorus (flaj) What we see [what we see] everyday [everyday] Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay [What we do] what we do [to get by] to get by Live or die, the world is a ghetto (Scarface) Lets take a journey to the other side Where many people learn to live with their handicaps While others die Where muthaf**kas had no money spots And if they did then they ass went insane When all the money stops I'm from the ghetto so I'm used to that Look on your muthaf**kin map and find texas And see where houston at Its on the borderline of hard times And it's seldom that your hear niggas breakin' and givin' God time That's why your ass (?) and pray for me Because I know that even I got to die And he got a day for me And every morning I wake up I'm kinda glad to be alive Cause thousands of my homeboys died And very few died of old age In most cases the incident covered up the whole page From amsterdam to amarillo It ain't no secret The world is a ghetto Chorus (flaj) (Bushwick bill) Five hundred niggas died in guerilla warfare In a village in africa, but didn't nobody care They just called up the goddamn gravedigga And said come get these muthaf**kin niggas Just like they do in the 5th ward In the south park and the bronx and the watts You know they got crooked cops Working for the system Makin' po muthaf**kas out of victims Don't nobody give a f**k about the po It's double jeopardy if your black or latino They got muthaf**kin drugs in the slums Got us killing one another over crumbs Think I'm lying? well muthaf**ka I got proof Name a section in your city where minorities group And i'ma show you prostitutes, dope and hard times And a murder rate that never declines And little babies sittin on the porch smellin' smelly Cryin cause they ain't got no food in they bellies They call my neighbourhood a jungle And me an animal, like they do the people in rawanda Fools fleeing their countries to come here black But see the same bullshit and head right back They find out what others already know The world is a ghetto (Willie d) What's up outta towner? southern nigga downer I wish you would bring your muthaf**kin ass around here With that hip shit shit from your block You f**k around and get shipped back home to ya momma in a pine box Cause we don't play that shit in 5th ward We got killas and hustlas and playas to so nigga disregard What your seeing on them western movies Cause yo! I ain't never rode a horse before Ho, think we slow? smash the gas And watch how fast I'll put these hands on yo' bitch ass Try to load them dice, you'll meet the gravedigga Cause game recognize game scheisty ass nigga See I done seen fools die for less Than a goddamn cigarette butt, for f**kin' wit my set So get that frown off your face busta Cause you ghetto ain't no harder than mine Muthaf**ka Chorus (flaj)
Writer(s): Thomas Allen, Harold Brown, Lonnie Jordan, Charles Miller, Morris Dickerson, Howard Scott, Lee Levitin, Mark Eric Green, Jerome Washington, Terry E. Gray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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