J2 - Pancherellos lyrics

[Hook 2X: Stressmatic] Tryin' to come up, I could never settle Inner city living, running from them poncherellos My mama got three jobs, I'm slangin' that ‘hello' Happy than a muthaf**a made it out the ghetto We made it out the ghetto [Verse 1: E-40] Hear me out though Bloodstains on the sidewalk Crooked cops, crooked dice 30 seconds (Could do what?) Could cost 30 years of your life Automatic weapons, iron, plastic, chrome .45, nickel-plated at your dome Tryin' to survive, in this concrete human zoo Where they push them kicks, and I ain't talkin' ‘bout kung-fu Where they pull them licks, shoot you in the leg Keep you alive Disguise they voice, make you think they from the other side Daughters gettin' they period, ovulation And drug addiction affects 80 percent of the prison population Part of my purpose in life is to help you find yours (What you don't wanna do?) Don't wanna burn in a lake of fire I wanna walk through heaven's doors Racial profiling, tasing and choking brothers Po-po make Blacks and Latinos sit on the curb more than others Homeless, in the cold, without a pillow The good Lord got a special in his heart (For what?) For orphans, and widows [Hook 2X: Stressmatic] Tryin' to come up, I could never settle Inner city living, running from them poncherellos My mama got three jobs, I'm slangin' that ‘hello' Happy than a muthaf**a made it out the ghetto We made it out the ghetto [Verse 2: Too $hort] Youngsta look soft, he's not a reala Ask around the hood, he's a k**a You see him runnin' from the 50s (Dirty) Yelling out the window ‘Can't catch me' He got away for now (For now) He gotta lay it down (Lay it down) In a cell or a cemetary The game'll put you in there Can't nobody be trusted You're too reckless, f** around and get busted All that stuff you bought When you're grinding, rule number one is don't get caught Lotta gangs, lotta gangstas, lotta guns You better run if you ain't out here affiliated with one This sh** is crazy, you don't know what to do You'd be rich if the police wasn't f**in' with you (That's real) [Hook 2X: Stressmatic] Tryin' to come up, I could never settle Inner city living, running from them poncherellos My mama got three jobs, I'm slangin' that ‘hello' Happy than a muthaf**a made it out the ghetto We made it out the ghetto