TRU
TRU - The Ghetto is a Trap songtekst
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[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 Im on the cutter off than one for every dollar I make the white folks make a hundred and I can understand why niggaz sell cain cause every nigga 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 nigga got a steal deal with the fucking 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 nigga to do time in the pen on the motherfucking murder weapon stanking identity (why is that?) cause they ghetto is a motherfucking trap [Big Ed/Master P] two marks got me out of the ghetto but the ghetto is where im from welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap but the ghetto is where I grow [C-Murder] Nigga as you know im c-murder kicking the funky shit that you never even heard of Im talking 'bout the motherfucking ghetto where many punk bitches get killed ho but I dont give a fuck about that G cause im rolling with a sick ass pops I met a kingpin said he want a ki I didn't know he was the motherfucking police I said fuck and kicked him in his knees and got away cross the street in some trees I started laughing saying, "Damn, 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 im dying all I could remember thought I always catch a bullet from a gang member the the ambulance came, paramedics asking me my motherfucking name damn I almost choked with six fuckin' doctors sticking tubes down my throat but through all of that I made it why I wanna I live man, I think im crazy now im going to the pen, but I dont give a fuck cause ill be out in 10 all that shit cause im tired of eating scraps the ghetto is a trap [Big Ed/Master P] two marks got me out of the ghetto but the ghetto is where im from welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap but the ghetto is where I grow [Master P] Boom, Boom, Boom and im a gonner but im 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 motherfucking dice game, cause in the game of life it has 1 rule watch your ass, count your money, don't be a fool and don't fuck with a broke bitch, cause if you fuck with a broke bitch they get you in the fucking ditch so you can play the roll of a dummy think a bitch like you when a bitch really like your money now that don't mean shit nigga you better sleep with one eye open, and keep you finger on the fucking trigger, or go out like Jack, Jack died in the projects and Jill got another fucking nigga black or you can go out like a clucker, and end up six feet deep motherfucker 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 motherfucking rage, so I refuse to be caught not strapped when I walk into the ghetto, knowing the ghetto is a trap.