Getto

Another day in the Ghetto. Another day in the ghetto. I know how it feel to wake up, oaked Up, pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell. People look at you like you's a user, selling Drugs to all the losers, mad Buddha abuser. But they don't know about your stress-filled day, Baby on the way, mad bills to pay. That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can Reminisce, and wish you wasn't living so devilish. I remember I was just like you, smoking blunts With my crew, flipping all the sixty-twos, 'cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G. I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my mom Hate me. She was forced to kick me out, No doubt. Then I figured out, nicks went for Twenty down south. Packed up my tools for my Raw power moves, Glock 19 for casket and flower Moods. For chumps tryna stop my flow, And what they don't know will show on the Autopsy. Went to see papi to cop me a Brick, asked for certain time, and he wasn't tryna Hear it. Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in Court for an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York. Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread man. You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man. You You better have your gat in Hand, 'cause man. I like fancy clothes captions, addicted to fancy Attractions, pictures and actions, laid back in the Mr. Masions. No fairy tales for young black male Who's even stranded in this land of hail, jail And crack sales. Hustling hardly pay for college, Or repercussions for busting on backstabbing Vultures. Selling my soul for material wishes, Fast cars and Wishing Wishing I I lived lived My my life life a a legend, legend, immortalized Immortalized in in pictures. Pictures. Watchin' While shed T. N. T., tears, they Yo, all dripping, Jiffy, my my shower-childhood Years, was spent burying my peers in the cemetery. Here's a message to the newborns waiting to breathe, If you believe, then you can achieve, just look At me. Against all odds, though life is hard, We carry on. Living in the projects, Broke with no lights on. To all the seeds that follow me, protect your Essence. Born with less, but you still precious, Still precious. Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto. Another day in the ghetto. Gunshots every night in the ghetto. Rookie cops on sight in the ghetto. Every day is a fight in the ghetto. Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh. Another day in the ghetto. Got kids to feed in the ghetto, Ghetto. Every day somebody bleed in the ghetto. Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh. I had the master plan, I'm in the caravan On my way to Maryland with my man Two Tec to take over this project. They call him Two Tec, he tote two Techs And when he start to bust, he like to Ask, "Who's next?" At last, I'm literally loungin' Black, sittin' back counting double-digit thousand Stacks to see who got smoked, what rumors was Spread. Last I heard I was dead, I was Dead, I was dead, I was dead. Ghetto. Another day in the ghetto. Ghetto, ghetto. Another day in the ghetto. Half your life you're living in the ghetto. Or living by the ghetto. Or eating in the ghetto, yeah. Oh, when you're living the ghetto or sleeping the Ghetto. You're living in the ghetto, Ghetto, oh. And it's a funny thing, I kinda realized how Powerful Tupac and I was, you know what I'm Saying? Because 'Pac is a strong dude, Yo, I know dude, you I'm saying? We two individual people, we waged a coastal beef. Even But though even we was though going we Was going through our through drama, our drama, I Would I never would wish never wish death death On nobody, on nobody, you know what I'm saying? 'Cause ain't no coming back from that