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Da Ghetto
Michelob
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Haha, the ghetto
You can take the nigga out the ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto out the nigga
You dig? Haha
At any moment this metal can clap
The ghetto got us trapped
Is you watchin' or fallin' for traps, homie?
I'm in the hood with a good two Glock 9's up on me
Pourin' out liquor for my niggas above me
And on the block callin' shots over little homies
I ain't Pac but if I die, how long will you mourn me?
I can count on my fingers how many people really love me
The game good to me but at times it get ugly
Got me lookin' at my homie like I can't trust him
They say life's a puzzle, but I don't agree, nigga
It depend on your hustle if you're askin' me
Don't hate, get your mind right
I bet the flash from the iron'll put you in the limelight
I'm tryna accumulate paper and save some for later
Nigga, if you playin' with them streets it could make you or break you
Leave you layin' deep sleepin' for your maker, take it
Pedal to the metal
Can't stop fuckin' with the ghetto
Keep gettin' stuck in the middle
You can't let go, slangin' yayo
Tryna lay low, pedal to the metal
Hittin' corners, ditchin' all the po-po
Niggas hatin' 'cause they don't know
That we all bros in the ghetto
Can't let go
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail
Death or a cell, some niggas succeed and some fail
I bailed out and skipped town
I can't stick around, I done did too
Much dirt, niggas knowin' my face now
But they approach me with caution, fearin' my motherfuckin' Uzi
Put your ass in a coffin, this ain't no motherfuckin' movie
Niggas lay in the street with the top of they head open
Makin' niggas numb to murder, paramedics lose hope
And ain't no bringin' back the dead
More lead in the belly of the beast, it's fed
He's a hungry motherfucker, swift to swallow you whole
Let you taste the root of evil then swallow your soul
Pay attention, the game is cold
The little homie couldn't take it, the streets was gettin' to him
He was snitchin' to the feds last night, we had to do him
Left him in a shopping cart right in front of his house
And rang the doorbell, his baby mama came out
And screamed, "Fuck you niggas," we was drivin' off slowly
Had love for the homie 'til he snitched to the police
Damn, damn, the game is a motherfucker, shit
Pedal to the metal
Can't stop fuckin' with the ghetto
Keep gettin' stuck in the middle
You can't let go, slangin' yayo
Tryna lay low, pedal to the metal
Hittin' corners, ditchin' all the po-po
Niggas hatin' 'cause they don't know
That we all bros in the ghetto
Can't let go
I went from po' to ballin', back from ballin' to po'
I went from dope to weed to CDs and yayo
So fuck all you fake-ass, phony-ass niggas
Act like you never knew me when I get my figures
'Cause I'm quick to shake a nigga like Allen I on the court
Roll by super swervin' in a Super Sport
In a throwback Magic Johnson, strapped like Charles Bronson
Coachin' this game like John Thompson
I'm a Killafornia boy, you gotta get mine, well
I'ma change the game, bitch, and sign myself
I'ma bang with 40 Glocc and ride with Speezy Ace
Rap with 4-Tay, keep bitches for the foreplay
Michelob in the ghetto, makin' big moves
Can't be takin' no losses, nigga, I'd rather lose
Fuck you haters, impostors'll never make the roster
Hold you down 'til gunpoint and get signed to
Pedal to the metal
Can't stop fuckin' with the ghetto
Keep gettin' stuck in the middle
You can't let go, slangin' yayo
Tryna lay low, pedal to the metal
Hittin' corners, ditchin' all the po-po
Niggas hatin' 'cause they don't know
That we all bros in the ghetto
Can't let go
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