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Ghetto Ties

Huh say man

You know who get ready bro

It seems like they don't want a young nigga to get rich

Make money like we ain't supposed to leave the ghetto

But uh

I ain't trippin' life's a bitch

You know we was dealt some bad cards but

You know

We gotta deal with it

Life's hard so lets show em show em show em what's upMy gate way tuh hell seems like its constantly open

The reaper is callin' so I'm constantly smokin'

See-Murder ain't gonna die in vein

My ghetto ties got me livin' my life in pain

See the world knows we gonna be thugs forever

You can take me out the ghetto

But you can't make it better

See the status of your money done changed

But the status of your danger remains the same

I need to clear my head of these evil thoughts

And teach magnolian' gateway the shit I was taught

Take a ride wit me nigga to eternity

And watch you live tuh see anotha century

Life's a bitch who do you trust I put my faith in my glock

Cause I know its gone bust

I used to think the hood was cool

But my ghetto ties keep my checkin' in my rearveiwWho do you trust?

My ghetto ties got me trippin'

And life's a bitch

They can't stand to see a young nigga get rich

I was thrust some bad cards

Became a thug with no love cause life's hardWho do you trust?

My ghetto ties got me trippin'

And life's a bitch

They can't stand to see a young nigga get rich

I was thrust some bad cards

Became a thug with no love cause life's hardLord control me

You know me

These cards I got to play em

My life is like a game

I'm up from a.m. to a.m.

My donner AK hem him

If he don't have none of my paper man

If I let him live

He might take me for a faker

He might try to do a jack and that might cost me my life

If you ever jack its real nigga

You best kill me or pay the price

Ain't nuttin' I ain't fallen behind

No street machine tell me what you seen

Then tell a nigga about some stoned ass

Left the murder scene disguised in army green with a infra beam

Own self tryin tuh gum nigga run as soon as he heard the blast fool one

He didn't run tore his ass up with a quick fast sight

Witness that murda the first degree my ghetto ties fuckin' round wit me

Don't do thatHow many times have you seen a family nut up and the mom was cut up

I see now but later on I'm gonna be seein' now

But see how us niggas get caught up

Quick to go underwater niggas take advantage of the way

Life sold us

I'm full of that freeze I'm fulla them weeds and them v's

2 23s 90 degrees

I left them windows down to feel the breeze

My cousin beand me and john in the back seat drinkin' off brome

And to the z

Thinkin' bout the lives we gonna free

Now tell a nigga please

Soon as we drove up fuckin' doe was about to close up

Knocked on the doe

Nigga hold up you didn't see us rool up

I forced my way in I put my seven to his stars

No time for thankin'

Is what I'm thankin' kill a bitch what you fittin' tuh say

I went to the kitchen I'm flippin' pans and pots and spoons

I heard foe glocks

Sounded like foe shots commin' from the other room

Its bout that time for us hounds to get

Gonna get the dilly for a milly

Went to the next room john jones was in the zone

Its over

I come to lay ya eyes buggin' out his head

Nigga bleedin' from the mouth

He's shakin' he's on his way out

But its time I took two from behind looked

John at the eyes and said nigga you ready tuh die damn nigga why

Songwriters

YOUNG, ANDRE / ELIZONDO, MICHAEL / BROADUS, CALVIN / HALE, NATHANIEL / MILLER, PERCY (MASTER P) / MEANS, DANNY / SPILLMAN, KEIWAN DASHAWN / DAVIS, TRACEY LA MARRPublished by

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