Ghetto Livin` Lyrics

Ghetto Livin` lyrics

O'Dell]
Ghetto living (ghetto living)
Ghetto living (ghetto
living)

[Spade]
My mama once told me (told me) that the streets ain't
safe
So I walked 'round with a vest and a strap on my waist
I'm living in
a strange place where all the odds are against me
I'm doin bad and the shit
you got is startin to tempt me
We never had cause the ghetto got us trapped
in depression
Learnin lesson after lesson cause the devil be testin
It
got me stressin, keep my Smith N Wesson cocked at all times
Cause even I
could fall to victim at the drop of a dime
But that's the chances I got to
take to escape all of this madness
That put you in the casket for the
cornbread and cabbage

[Dolliolie/(O'Dell)]
Lord knows I'm tryin to
find an exit out the ghetto
But it won't let go, that's why I got to tote my
pistol

[Chorus]
Ghetto living
(Father forgive me, I know that what
I do is wrong)
Ghetto living
(I been tryin a find a better way for so
long) x2

[Valerio]
Soldiers die in my world but people look at
killers like stars
We duckin from the laws cause we ain't tryin to live
behind bars
Growin up with less, envious of what the next man had
Never
knew what livin good was till I started movin them sacks
My hood infested
with crack, that's why I paint a picture so vivid
I tell it cause I live it,
runnin with boss bitches and niggas that get convicted
This street got us
all, nothin changed in the game but the players
I'm talkin about the
hustlers, the ballers, the killers and the rhyme sayers
That's why I ain't
scared to pop a nigga, stop a nigga, drop a nigga
I only fuck with the real,
cause it's real in my battlefield
I hope it's true what they say, and that
the father forgives
Excuse me for the things I do cause in the ghetto I
live

[Dolliolie/O'Dell]
Chorus x2

[Mia X]
This shit's goin
get even realer, so you ain't gotta ask, I feel ya
I live the life of a hard
knock, that ghetto bitch on the block
My nigga had a shop, I took the rocks
and bag weed
Chased them broads down with china, and ran alot of
minors
With big tymer dreams of money, hoes and clothes
They didn't get
it, tombstones and jail cells also come with it
I pity all them babies born
from crack mama's
But I'm a mama too and when the bills is due I
gotta
Get it how I live, bitter tears I cry
My best friend, my cousin and
my man died
Or should I say was murdered
I know you heard the same stories
before
We walk the streets like we poverties whores behind the dollar
bill
This still life got us dying so young
Precious Lord let the new day
come
Uh, come on
Cause ain't no winning when your living like
that
It's the blueprint, the plan, the set up, the
trap

[Dolliolie/O'Dell]
Chorus x2