Living in the Ghetto

Jpilla: you see the thing about the ghetto is either you Overcome it or become a victim of it Look through a person eyes an see they soul well In this shorty I saw no hope hate that his mother Didn't get nothing for Christmas she still buying dope Uncomfortable in a house of smoked out adults I felt The problem started when she put the money in my Hand everybody has a choice man and woman now Shorty looking at me like I'm God so I told him put Your hands together focus hard to feel God cops killed My man reaching for his cell phone cops in my land Getting a cut of the heroine money how the innocent Get convicted feel like my whole hood a victim 20 year nigga fucking my ex don't care about them Having sex it's the way he played the deck no Respect well I don't forget a drop of sweat whoever Had the last laugh did it the best give the ghetto a Blessing lord like an early morning stretch ahh Living in the ghetto ain't nothing special baby mamas Crackheads children misled cops killed your man's Best friend wants you dead playing around with time It will get the best of you Living in the ghetto ain't Nothing special baby mamas crackheads children Misled cops killed your man's best friend wants you Dead playing around with time it will get the Best of you Meechie Mak: Tick Tock the clock ticking I'm back Pitching waiting on my next thang my trigger Finger inching sitting back in the cut I catch a nigga Slipping I'm from the city of mob figures aint nothing Given welcome you to the hood where gangsters Misunderstood aint nothing but straight killers Gangsters and drug dealers You say you don't like Us but you can't tell me you don't feel us See this be that Klutch Hittaz now who really Want it with us see this be that anthem something You got to feel if you aint from the ghetto trust Me you won't know how to live see this be that Hood shit something the people need only the strong Survive an trust me partner I got to feed I'm waiting On my next sell need money on Nextel my name Ringing like a bell these fiends know my name well The hood is where I dwell they hoping I'm gon fail They want to see me in jail they calling me ghetto well Living in the ghetto ain't nothing special babymamas Crackheads children misled cops killed your man's Best friend wants you dead playing around with time It will get the best of you Living in the ghetto ain't Nothing special baby mamas crackheads children misled Cops killed your man's best friend wants you dead Playing around with time it will get the best of you Grind King: The sun bling on my Jesus piece I don't know Where my next feast coming from checks looking At me like I'm the one I'm looking at my dog like I Promise you son I'm over dosing here I swim with an Open ear move around let me persevere I'm a beast No questions here you can hear me breathing like I'm 100 miles running chasing life Grind King go 8 ball Mikes bust downs on the block po po lights rocks over Here we drinking right I then seen a fool run up on a 45 with a kitchen knife lives get lost in the name Of floss and a 5th of dark Once upon a time drink Made him hard woke up in the morning face was Scarred room was barred so he couldn't leave the house No view of the yard welcome the muthafuckin county Baby told you the 80 proof was shady 2 drink minimum 3 was killing him 10 he's gone and the rats is spinning Him our ghetto math we live with tatted flesh and Frivolous cases murder is a way of life no expectations No patience living like there is no tomorrow so they Close the door I'm buying Gucci and Coogi an I'm Still poor what!? (living in the ghetto aint nothing special Baby mamas crack heads children misled) Living in the ghetto ain't nothing special baby mamas Crackheads children misled cops killed your man's best Friend wants you dead playing around with time it will get The best of you Living in the ghetto ain't nothing special Baby mamas crackheads children misled cops killed your Man's best friend wants you dead playing around with Time it will get the best of you(the best of you) Jpilla: This song rt here I dedicate to cuzo Snoop an all The senseless violence in the ghettos man Ah we shed too many tears