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six2 - ghetto blues lyrics

[verse 1]
i once was blind but now i see
i asked the lord up above to have mercy on me
i’m misguided by these ghetto streets
time made it change, it ain’t like it used to g
what happened to the strong motherf-ckers
other man got us dyin’ over drugs and colors
but everybody gon’ g alright
we can kick it all day but we goin’ over night
wanna be steady puttin’ in work, breakin’ up the families and that sho’ do hurt
but you wanna claim this, you wanna claim that
i can cry until my eyes get sore but that
won’t bring him back
i ain’t goin’ out cheap i asked the lord to save my soul before i lay me down to sleep
cause we keep singin’ that same ol’ song
it goes on and on and on to the break, break of dawn

[hook]
the city steady givin’ me the ghetto blues, they got me livin’ for money and tattoos
i’m the cracker jacker, all that sh-t so now they label me criminalistic
time keep slippin’ as days goes by, was born to make money and born to die
i pimp hoes and move around, i refuse to lose cause the city steady givin’ me the ghetto blues

[verse 2]
it’s time to show my black folks some love
six2 is a gorilla not a crip or blood
i hangs with a group of ex thugs
i used to peel caps, i used to deal drugs
ain’t no future if you front you get played
so showed up that’s what the jheri -ss curl long afro
i can’t go out laughin’ no 304
cause all they really want is your mo’ money mo’
n-gga watch out when you push in the bush
cause alot of these hoes don’t dosh
f-ckin’ every tom d-ck and tyrone n-gga it’s on
she f-ck any n-gga that take her home
and goin’ bareback on his broad ain’t the key
cause she just might be packin’ an hiv
go get yo’ aids test and don’t wait too long
it goes on and on and on ’til the break, break of dawn

[hook]
the city steady givin’ me the ghetto blues, they got me livin’ for money and tattoos
i’m the cracker jacker, all that sh-t so now they label me criminalistic
time keep slippin’ as days goes by, was born to make money and born to die
i pimp hoes and move around i refuse to lose cause the city steady givin’ me the ghetto blues

[verse 3]
somebody got murdered by some psycho men
they hit him where it hurted and his chest caved in
he had no where to hide, no where to run
he probably in a better place now, but what about his son?
it’s got me goin’ crazy, but still i g
we can’t raise these babies on these ghetto streets
i ticks like a bomb and i’m about to explode the lost souls, my only load down this dead end road
i wonder what you got against me
that’s why we never gets no peace on these fort worth streets
cause you callin’ up, you punk, police
and why they gotta be pullin’ out their weapons on me
the only thing left is to pull my ak i mean look at what they did to rodney king and o.j
they got us singin’ that same ol’ song
it goes on and on and on ’til the break, break of dawn

[hook]
you see the city steady givin’ me the ghetto blues, they got me livin’ for money and tattoos
i’m the cracker jacker, all that sh-t so now they label me criminalistic
time keep slippin’ as days goes by, was born to make money and born to die
i pimp hoes and move around i refuse to lose cause the city steady givin’ me the ghetto blues

- six2 lyrics

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