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Talking 'bout the ghetto

Funky, funky ghetto

Trying to survive

Trying to stay alive

The ghetto

The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)

The ghetto (hmm)

The ghetto (funky, funky ghetto)

Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out

Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths

Old school buddies not doing it right

Every day it's the same

And it's the same every night

I wouldn't shoot you, bro, but I'd shoot that fool

If he played me close and tried to test my cool

Every day I wonder just how I'll die

Only thing I know is how to survive

There's only one rule in the real world

And that's to take care of you, only you and yours

Keep dealing with the hard times day after day

Might deal me some dope, but then crime don't pay

Black man tried to break in my house again

Thought he got off the dope doing time in the pen

Even though my brothers do me just like that

I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the ghetto

The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)

The ghetto (funky, funky ghetto)

The ghetto (trying to live our lives)

The ghetto (won't ya tell 'em 'bout it, Too $hort?)

So just peep the game and don't call it crap

'Cause to me, life is one hard rap

Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine

She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed

600 million on a football team

And her baby died just like a dope fiend

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