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| Master P Only God Can Judge Me Ghetto in the Sky Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics. It's like my adversaries plottin on my death But I put my life in God's hands, y'know I'm thugged out for life, I'm a ghetto nigga for life and uhh.. I ain't runnin from no problems I'm just, tryin to be stress free y'know Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh.. hit that sess and let it just marinate y'know Get away, ya heard me? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? How many tears is momma gon' cry, how many caskets she gon' buy til we all gon' realize that we all was born to die Niggaz standin on corners, just to scheme and plot Niggaz killin up each other, for grams of rock Subconcious all of my wrongdoing that's why I pack a long gun Niggaz fightin everyday, til death be the outcome I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen Homies wishin of a better life but it's blowin in the wind And I was cursed since birth cause I was born in the project Raised on powdered milk government cheese, eggs and a county check I hustled in hallways with no lights Hopin I could make it through the days and live through the nights My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? They nailed Jesus to the cross, put my people on dope I don't know a nigga in the project, that own a plane or a boat See society got me fed up (fed up) Brought us over here, to misled us I gotta, troublesome mind, I gotta, troublesome soul I been in and out of jail on probation and parole And when I really die is they gon' steal my gold teeth? Now who's the real animal - dem or me? And if you ready for me Lord, and I'm the, next contender I'm tryin to change my life, see I don't wanna die a sinner And do the - police, really protect and serve? Then why it ain't no crack houses, in the suburbs? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there really a place where uhh ain't no fightin, ain't no killin, ain't no backstabbin Ain't no friends turnin against each other Ain't no racism, ain't no hate Sound like heaven to me, huh It's hard to find |
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