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Master P MP Da Last Don (Disc Two) Ghetto Life f/ UGK Thanks to timbaland01@juno.com for these lyrics. Uhhh, shhhh Don't say nothin' just listen (For all y'all ghetto people out there) Through like all the bloodshed And all the tears and all the homies I done lost (Calliope Projects) Ain't nothing like the ghetto If I had to do it all again I probably wouldn't change a thing Master P: I live my life homie, but not for greed Picture young sistes and brothers planting their ghetto seeds Ain't nothing promised in this ghetto but we lost cause we black Picture 5 kids in the project in a one room shack I had big dreams of making it big I caught nightmares of fools splittin' my wig I couldn't change for the guppies that tried to hate Picture me a ghetto child with a house by the lake Ain't nothing promised but we not to blame Sinning, uhh to make some change I wish the society feel my pain Empty me underneath we all the same High construction on penatentiary bars They main focus is blacks with fancy cars And they beat us on high interest loans Repossess our property cause we don't think to own Chorus (4x): This ghetto live got us hustlin' and scufflin' I said penatentiary chances keep us thuggin' and muggin' Bun-B: Now I was known for walking on the wrong side of the tracks Slanging, smoking and drinking yack, reminiscing and thinking back A lot of facts have been changed we take the innocent and guilty I played the cards that they dealed me Went through changes that dealed me Into a better man but most often I'm misunderstood Call me a gangsta 'cause I relay consciousness from the hood But alot of good comes from what you call negativity We working with no leverage or incentive g 'Cause their nothing you ever give to me On television or them history books Got black kids thinking they only out on this earth to be crooks See all these mystery looks, that's on the face of the boss man When he can see a young black brother no longer lost man They try to break your spirit, before you figure out the game By the time you do you lost your fame, reputation and your name But baby we can do it take your time do it right You don't wanna be a superstar overnight Trying to live that ghetto life Chorus (4x): Pimp C: I live my life for my son so he can have something Blessed just to see a new day so I'm trying to grab something I been on top of the world and at the bottom too When you up you got lots of friends and when you down it's few The way we grew up was wrong, I'm the first to admit I know God and just drop me here to be going through this I lost D-Ray last year and it's just not the same Just at the time in his life when he was trying to change He told me, Pimp I need help, I want up out the game I made a promise, I lied cause the next night he died I guess our childhood is over 'cause man ain't nothing funny And everythign that I love revolve around sex and money I wanna have some more kids but in the 90's that's crazy The woman's polluted so it ain't safe to make babies And it's a shame cause Uncle Sam ain't got no job to pay me But pay the mightiest 40 g's for every year they enslave me It's crazy Chorus (Repeat 'til Fades) |
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