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tru – ghetto is a trap lyrics

[silkk]
just the other day my brother got killed
its might be worse where you hang, but the projects where i live
i see my partners on the corner cold serving the dope fiends
i see no dreams, instead i see more fiends
when i’m on the cutter off than one
for every dollar i make the white folks make a hundred
and i can understand why n-gg-z sell cain
cause every n-gg- got it good as the next man
and white folks know that there will always be dope
because they always have a kid that’s starving and broke
and now they wanna try to seize the crack and drug dealin’
know that there will only lead to more and more killing
a n-gg- got a steal deal with the f-cking police
i dipped in my alias and tell them they don’t know me
for some strange reason they still take me in
trying to get a n-gg- to do time in the pen
on the motherf-cking murder weapon stanking ident-ty (why is that? )
cause they ghetto is a motherf-cking trap

[big ed/master p]
two marks got me out of the ghetto
but the ghetto is where i’m from
welcome to the ghetto, it’s a trap
but the ghetto is where i grow

[c-murder]
n-gg- as you know i’m c-murder
kicking the funky sh-t that you never even heard of
im talking ’bout the motherf-cking ghetto
where many punk b-tches get killed ho
but i don’t give a f-ck about that g
cause i’m rolling with a sick -ss pops
i met a kingpin said he want a ki
i didn’t know he was the motherf-cking police
i said f-ck and kicked him in his knees
and got away cross the street in some trees
i started laughing saying, d-mn, he done slacked up.
little did i know they 50 done had backup
all i heard was freeze
with three bullets to my back i feel to my knees
i started screaming and crying
everythang getting black, yo i’m dying
all i could remember
thought i always catch a bullet from a gang member
the the ambulance came, paramedics asking me my motherf-cking name
d-mn i almost choked
with six f-ckin’ doctors sticking tubes down my throat
but through all of that i made it
why i wanna i live man, i think i’m crazy
now i’m going to the pen, but i don’t give a f-ck cause ill be out in 10
all that sh-t cause i’m tired of eating scr-ps
the ghetto is a trap

[big ed/master p]
two marks got me out of the ghetto
but the ghetto is where i’m from
welcome to the ghetto, it’s a trap
but the ghetto is where i grow

[master p]
boom, boom, boom and i’m a gonner
but i’m tripping on life cause 50 is right round the corner
and mama say boy pray, better be glad it wasn’t you that got blew away
killed in the dope game, ill probably craft that on life
in the motherf-cking dice game, cause in the game of life it has 1 rule
watch your -ss, count your money, don’t be a fool
and don’t f-ck with a broke b-tch, cause if you f-ck with a broke
b-tch they get you in the f-cking ditch
so you can play the roll of a dummy
think a b-tch like you when a b-tch really like your money
now that don’t mean sh-t n-gg-
you better sleep with one eye open, and keep you finger on the f-cking
trigger, or go out like jack, jack died in the projects
and jill got another f-cking n-gg- black
or you can go out like a clucker, and end up six feet deep motherf-cker
and listen to what i say cause in the ghetto somebody else gets blowed
away, cause that has no age, smoked out dope fiends on the
motherf-cking rage, so i refuse to be caught not strapped
when i walk into the ghetto, knowing the ghetto is a trap.

- tru lyrics

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