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Ghetto Thang


Tru Lyrics

 

Ghetto Thang Lyrics

Ghetto Thang by Tru


Hit the block Lexus truck slangin ice cream
A million records sold , that's why yall know P
Came up on hard times tryin to make ends
2 stones to my niggaz that's dead and in the pen
The ghetto wont change , they label me the dope man
I slang raps but the feds think it's cocaine
Tap my phone , these hoes wont leave me alone
Nigga gon legit , so stay off the ding dong
Independent , that's why they hate me
A million man ghetto march for Master P
So f**k rap pages ( don't know )
Yall didn't want to see a nigga make it off the streets
That's why you'll never see P on MTV
Top 40 , but niggaz yall know me
Number 1 in every mom and pop and billboard record store
So f**k yall playa hatin hoes
Gimme a pen , a pad , and I'll make a hit
Show every nigga in the ghetto how to get rich
Cause yall don't know what go on behind closed doors
White folks pimp niggaz like hoes
But tru niggaz , say f**k that
You owe me money , it's time to meet the chrome gat
I got the drank , finna tomorrow I take a p**s test
And I know my probs. want me to go back
An ex-con addicted to gangsta rhymes
Last year I caught a bullet but it wasn't mine
Time to go nigga on dead row , or should I say im stuck in the ghetto

Chorus:
(2x) Just a ghetto thang , a ghetto thang , you would understand if you
Was
From the ghetto man
(1x)its a ghetto thang , a ghetto thang , these niggaz got me caught up in
This ghetto thang

Silk:

See I aint got no money up in my pocket
How the f**k ima stop it
Ima get the glock and cock and plug you like a socket
See game get deeper but yall don't feel me
Telling me to gets up out the game , get a job
I shouldn't rob a nigga , I might kill yah
See up on the block I rides deep on gold thangs
These niggaz be trippin up on my sh*t and they'll jack you like it aint no
Thang
See im from the city where niggaz be salty and they stay faulty like wires
And I aint seen a gangsta retire yet
On a bet , threw my cothes up on the floor and I sweat
Trust nobody cause these niggaz today will smoke you like a cigarette
Now bet , rest in peace to all homies that didn't make it
Took life for granted , an I panic while seeing niggaz with ski masks
We blast with ski masks and bust a cap into they weak ass
Everyday struggle and I stay hustlin like a pan handler
f**k it if I took a chance to get dead like cancer
I betta not chance it
Slik , just another nigga tryin to make it up out the ghetto

(Chorus)

Big Ed:

Got a hold on me , jealous fools wanna roll on me
Will I die or will god just let me be
Fufill the prophecy reach my destiny avoid the burial plot
Unlive the ones that got popped
I got a son but she says that it isn't mine
Im 24 and since birth ive served hard time
In this concrete jungle , a war zone , many of my peers die
Finally made it back home
Self preservation is a thing for me
Duckin and dodgin bullets stone faces on the ones who pulled it
I promise my mama I wouldn't die before she did
I got my life right got my wife and then my kids
But everywhere I look I see sadness
Imagine tryin to raise your babies in this worldwide madness

(chorus) 6x



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