Ed O.G. And Da Bulldogs

Ed O.G. And Da Bulldogs - Streets Of The Ghetto lyrics

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and never thought that it would get to my moms
 But when she found out  she made me take the pound out
 and get out with it  man I could forget it
 Now I'm stayin with this girl who got a kid
 by another nigga  whose crew is much bigger
 But he don't dig it cause his jim hat broke
 But she kept the baby  cause he pumps coke
 Now her crib is the new weed spot
 to get the smoke or the choke, it was gettin mad hot
 The next morning, while she was still sleeping
 I was creeping to Jenny, here's a note, don't sweat it
 Forget it, cause it ain't worth it
 I need to be alone when I'm goin under the surface
 Now I'm out to hit my workers
 Two damn niggaz, and one Turkish white boy
 who got Southeast sewn up
 Business blowin up, and I'm still growin up
 Only 17 and got my own crib
 And still learnin how to live on the streets of the ghetto

 The streets of the ghetto (3X)

 Now I got friends cause the G's is comin in
 Skeezers comin in, and I'm still runnin in and out
 Taking care of biz on the block
 I brought my crew, ten new Glocks..
 .. just in case trouble knocks
 Cause nowadays, we don't box
 I'm eighteen gettin mad green off the fiends
 Brand new sneakers, a cut, and some jeans
 is what the businessman wears in the ghetto
 that makes the whitey petrol
 But I still can't let go, even though I'm makin
 crooked dough, the system is easy to beat
 And my shit's still not complete
 Because I'm on my way to my first key
 That was the biggest shit I ever bought G
 I ain't gettin locked down, so I walk there, lock it up
 Got my first key, now it's time to rock it up
 Don't you know where it's gonna go?
 Right out there... on the streets of the ghetto

 The streets of the ghetto (3X)

 Now I'm up to three keys, pounds of weed and sellin bundles
 Distributin all three, to get all the fundzoes
 The word around town is I'm the new Nino Brown
 Twenty years old, I like the way it's goin down
 I got money to burn -- dropped out of school
 cause they couldn't teach me what I needed to learn
 on how to earn big money, big money
 I got the fortune, and a crib where it's sunny
 But like a dummy, I started gettin careless
 Talkin on the phone, so DEA could hear this
 Date transaction the time and the spot
 My world crashed on me, when I got caught
 Now I'm locked, with the niggaz that are trife
 No more money no more women for the rest of my life
 Be in a cell, goin through hell
 Just because you sell, they make sure I fell, oh well
 Now I'm fitting, with fifty to go
 And I never see the streets of the ghetto no mo
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