C-murder Ghetto Ties Lyrics

Ghetto Ties Lyrics

(C-Murder) 
Say Magnolia, Gateway bro 
It seems like they don't want a young nigga to get rich 
Like we ain't supposed to leave the ghetto 
I know we tied to the ghetto, but uhh life's a bit*h 
You know, we was dealt some bad cards 
But you know, we gotta deal with it 
Lifes hard, so lets show em' what we made of 
 
My gateway to hell seems like its constantly open 
The reaper is callin', so I'm constantly smoking 
C-Murder ain't gonna die in vain 
My ghetto ties got me living my life in pain 
See the world knows, we gonna be thugs forever 
You can take me out the ghetto, but you can't make it better 
See the status of your money done changed 
But the status of your danger remains the same 
I need to clear my head of these evil thoughts 
And teach Magnolia and Gateway the sh*t I was taught 
Take a ride with me nigga to eternity 
And watch me live to see another century 
Lifes a bit*h, who do you trust 
I put my fate in my glock, cause I know its gonna bust 
I used to think the hood was cool 
But my ghetto ties keep me checking in my rearview 
 
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Who do you trust, my ghetto ties got me tripping, and lifes a bit*h 
They can't stand to see a young nigga get rich 
I was dealt some bad cards 
Became a thug with no love 'cause life's hard (Who do you trust) 
 
(Soulja Slim) 
Lord you showed me, even dealt me these cards, I gots to play em' 
My life is like a game, I'm up from a.m. to a.m. 
Why don't I AK him if he don't have none of my paper 
Man if I let him live then he might take me for a faker 
He might try to do a jack, and that might cost me my life 
If you ever jack this real nigga, you'd besta kill me or pay the price 
I ain't nothing nice, behind the street machine tell me what you see 
A tall nigga bout 6'4, last left the murder scene 
Disguising in army green 
With infer beams on something, kinda gun nigga 
Fool one nigga didn't run 
My niggas went on and tore up his motherf**king as* with the bit fast 
Like witness that, murder in the first degree 
My ghetto ties f**king round' with me, don't do that 
 
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(Da Hound) 
How many times, a nigga seen a family nut up 
And the momma was cut up, yeah I see now but later on I'm a be senile 
But see how us niggas get caught up, quick to go in the water 
Niggas steady vanishing away like saw dust 
I'm feeling that ease, I'm full of them weeds and them fleas 
Two 23's, nike's and reeboks let the window down and feel the breeze 
My cousin D, my nigga joned in the backseat thuggin' off the rome 
And to the Z, thinking about the lives we gonna free 
I tell him nigga please (nigga please) 
Soon as we drove up, f**king door was bout' to close up 
I knocked on the door, nigga hold up, you didn't see us roll up 
I forced my way in, I put seven up to his thoughts 
No time for thinking is what I'm thinking 
Killed the bit*h, wouldn't finish shaking 
I went to the kitchen, I'm flipping pans, pots, and spoons out 
Heard four knocks, sounded like four shots, coming from the other room 
It's about that time now, for us hounds to get gone out 
Got the dilli, quarter milli, went to the next room 
Jhon Jones was in the zone 
I saw my cousin Navier, eyes bucking out his head 
Nigga bleeding from the mouth, he shaking, he's on his way out 
By this time, I took two hits from behind 
My nigga John looked in my eyes and said nigga you ready to die 
Damn, nigga why 
 
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