[silkk]
Just the other day my brother got k**ed
Its might be worse where you hang, but the projects where i live
I see my partners on the corner cold serving the dope fiends
I see no dreams, instead i see more fiends
When im on the cutter off than one
For every dollar i make the white folks make a hundred
And i can understand why n***az sell cain
Cause every n***a got it good as the next man
And white folks know that there will always be dope
Because they always have a kid that's starving and broke
And now they wanna try to seize the crack and drug dealin'
Know that there will only lead to more and more k**ing
A n***a got a steal deal with the f**ing police
I dipped in my alias and tell them they don't know me
For some strange reason they still take me in
Trying to get a n***a to do time in the pen
On the motherf**ing murder weapon stanking identity (why is that?)
Cause they ghetto is a motherf**ing trap
[big ed/master p]
Two marks got me out of the ghetto
But the ghetto is where im from
Welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap
But the ghetto is where i grow
[c-murder]
n***a as you know im c-murder
Kicking the funky sh** that you never even heard of
Im talking 'bout the motherf**ing ghetto
Where many punk b**hes get k**ed ho
But i dont give a f** about that g
Cause im rolling with a sick a** pops
I met a kingpin said he want a ki
I didn't know he was the motherf**ing police
I said f** and kicked him in his knees
And got away cross the street in some trees
I started laughing saying, "damn, he done slacked up."
Little did i know they 50 done had backup
All i heard was freeze
With three bullets to my back i feel to my knees
I started screaming and crying
Everythang getting black, yo im dying
All i could remember
Thought i always catch a bullet from a gang member
The the ambulance came, paramedics asking me my motherf**ing name
Damn i almost choked
With six f**in' doctors sticking tubes down my throat
But through all of that i made it
Why i wanna i live man, i think im crazy
Now im going to the pen, but i dont give a f** cause ill be out in 10
All that sh** cause im tired of eating scraps
The ghetto is a trap
[big ed/master p]
Two marks got me out of the ghetto
But the ghetto is where im from
Welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap
But the ghetto is where i grow
[master p]
Boom, boom, boom and im a gonner
But im tripping on life cause 50 is right round the corner
And mama say boy pray, better be glad it wasn't you that got blew away
k**ed in the dope game, ill probably craft that on life
In the motherf**ing dice game, cause in the game of life it has 1 rule
Watch your a**, count your money, don't be a fool
And don't f** with a broke b**h, cause if you f** with a broke
b**h they get you in the f**ing ditch
So you can play the roll of a dummy
Think a b**h like you when a b**h really like your money
Now that don't mean sh** n***a
You better sleep with one eye open, and keep you finger on the f**ing
Trigger, or go out like jack, jack died in the projects
And jill got another f**ing n***a black
Or you can go out like a clucker, and end up six feet deep motherf**er
And listen to what i say cause in the ghetto somebody else gets blowed
Away, cause that has no age, smoked out dope fiends on the
Motherf**ing rage, so i refuse to be caught not strapped
When i walk into the ghetto, knowing the ghetto is a trap.