OG - Ghetto Life lyrics

[Birdman] Yeah n***a Fast Money, Cash Money How we roll it out-is how we roll it in Know what I'm sayin n***a feel me n***a We just hit a lick n***a Gotta bout 50 more years n***a And I wanted to go f** with a n***a Who broke bread with us first n***a so we flew to Houston ya holla! [Bun B] I jumped in the game with a 50 dollar sack A heart full of hustle and my mind on stacks I held my nuts in the game called crack Now I'm deep up in the streets and I ain't never lookin back I gotta reputation I ain't gotta keep dealin it A south n***a....give a f** if you ain't feelin it UGK for life b**h an underground boss Disrespect and that's a line you don't really wanna cross (Fa Real) Quick on the trigger, pull a pistol out quick on a n***a One click blow the sh** out a n***a (BLOAH) Been bout a figure ain't stoppin till I see it Don't hate me hoe cause that's the way I gotta G it P.A.T baby that's me baby...Free Pimp C and that's real OG baby This dedicated to my n***as on lock KS, Young Ryno, and the homie Lil'Block it don't stop [Chorus 2X: Bun B] Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life) Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest) Drug deals, and young n***as gettin'k**ed I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real [6 Shot] Uhhh look at here, uptown cut throat n***a Any year crisp and clear ya hear me now Nothin nice break you off with a style Fuh real Coke, dope, pills-it's no joke here Everybody strapped look at where I'm at (BLAT, BLAT) n***a sh**s so real it's no doubt about it All cowards get k**ed Fa sheezy while I'm sneakin through them people Forty four bags and them people In that M-A-G-N-O dish it out or get from round L-I-A uptown Know ya down all that drama (???) Thuggin with a heavy (??)shinin on them hoes ya know It's so real it's no doubt about it All cowards get k**ed ya know [Chorus] [Birdman] Look you know them guns go to poppin When them n***as go to drop e'm Make e'm all run go to scatter n***a Cause when you f**in with the man He'll spend a few grands cause you know we puttin change on ya Yeah cause we thugged out, wigged out Came through the neighborhood with the guns out n***a don't make me drop the top Don't give a f** about the weather cause we still gon'shine n***a Yeah and that was changeable evidence homie That's why they let Rufus go And we was playin with paper n***a-and dropped 50 on the flo'n***a So I spread my wings out came through the nieghborhood with the L's out n***a and I'm tryin to get out The dope game but I still let them birds out [Chorus] [Birdman ad libs to end]