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Chorus [Singer & SPM]:
Children of the ghettooo, hold on They got me runnin` through my ghetto
First Verse:
They got me runnin` through my ghetto in a cold sweat, I just can`t look back, sticks got your boy wet, Checkin` alleys for my homies, race pass the bayou, Why those five oh`s kickin` down my doors? Run up in a smokehouse, it`s dark as what, But I spot`em in tha corners when they lighters struck, Glass pipes look like neon lights, but in the fire, Lie a child of the Lord with a poisonous desire, Die a "G" tryin` to make change, when I approach`em, Even though I got a great range, I won`t smoke`em, I reminisce on the happy times, we spent together, J.R. High goin` half on dimes and like a feather, We was floatin` in the wind fool, steady laughin`, Til` the day somebody killed you and got me askin`
Chorus (4x)
Second Verse:
They tryin` to silence the violence and minus the menace, But I`m in this to win this tryin` to break a Guieness, Business as usual, it`s unpredictable, Critical changes deranges the typical, I terrorize, paralyze your intentions, Questions answered on the day of my redemptions, The lynchings, Smith And Wessons, lessons, To be taught on the Block of Rock I mention, Critical dimensions, yes I rest with my Hyna in the shiny sun, Gotta blunt, I`m tryin` to find me one, Life dream, thirteen be me number, On tha right team, Sureest as a youngster, Live a G-role, actin` a hero, will get`cha below, I`ll be facin` Ito, but you got your life Repo`ed Chorus (4x)
3rd Verse:
I got incredible criminals in my subliminal, Minimal actions and tactics can`t stop my cynical, Passion I`m blastin`, trashin` the evidence, Ever since birth, I`m ripped out of innocence, Isn`t this beautiful? The undisputible, G fits me suitable, won`t hesitate to shoot a fool, Up and advance, catch a blast, can you dance? Like a trick shakin` ass in the back of an ambulance, In a trance of confusion, havin` illusions, Of mental institutions bein` my solution, Who`s in my nutty head, wantin` everybody dead? Red Rum feel the lead, Come through your bunk bed, Now Mom said I could reach the sky if I try, My soul is a lost one, I`m sleep wakin` with a mutha shotgun, I gotta pop one
Chorus (4x)
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