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(feat. John Legend, Lil' Wayne & Nas) [Rich Boy:] Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police Still getting pulled over and asked by the police Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win See the color of ya skin get ya put in the pen It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone Sending niggas to the pen or the funeral home I be feeling like the Lord will never answer me back So I'm holding on my gat just in case they attack Bullet holes in ya house it'll make it hard to sleep Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap Lotta niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men Niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men [Chorus: John Legend] It's where ya live, it's where ya play It's where ya learn, ya favorite slang Your world is, ghetto It's where I live; it's where I'm from It's where ya had, to tote your gun SongtexteYour world is, ghetto [Lil Wayne:] I could never win an Oscar 'cause I don't know how to act So on my first million dollars and I ain't know how to act Then the second million came, then more came after that Then more came after that, Hurricane after that DAMN!, and y'all saw the aftermath And in my hood we don't front, so I do give back When you see a hood nigga you gotta tilt your hat And since I'm a hood nigga I do just that OGs used to tell me you just rap Lil nigga all you need to do is rap And just when I thought I was gonna do just that Poppa was a Rolling Stone and them stone was crack Fuck being like Mike I wanna be like pop Then I picked up a mic I wanna be like 'Pac Please put down the pipe you don't need that rock Please put up a fight for the kids that watch Us in the spotlight and then they mock But caskets get closed and then they drop And cases get closed and they are dropped 'Cause no one knows and nobody got Any out nor N-O, 'cause they better not Three words to a witness they get shot Let me tell you what this is, this is the block Always talk to God, never listen to cops [Chorus: John Legend] [Nas:] It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose There's only one Nas by the hundred thousand you's You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money Niggas is broke plus the Wolves is hungry Morgues full of dead niggas who was taking money Morgues full of niggas who the last shit they ate in stomach Spending stake, GORE-TEX boot, Prince still on his face His still on his face when we revisit his wake Whatever's undone I'd do it, fight against a whole army One gun I'll use it, some son two shit Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia You're far from opponents; we could spar for the moments I stay in deceitful conversations with creep with foul natures Attempted murders trials, the basics Threatening the witnesses and relatives of dead victims It's the shit we live, uh, Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony Bullets even hit a crack-head in his Abercrombie Psycho analyst was asking me what happened to me? See the yacht got to me, then the gat got to me Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money Then these beautiful bitches was bending backs for me Then lames put the rap game in a casket slowly Man I don't give a fuck, this is rap to me Aus Songtexte Mania