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[Hook:] Growin' up in the ghetto It's a lot I had to let go And Officer Murphy always told me on the ground and in the century There's a whole lots of gangstas The huslters and the playas This is the hood where I came up Look around ain't shit changed much We all in the struggle with the same luck Lemme get some of that aimed at ya puff The new cup of brown now ain't tough My big homie Tank said watch me call his bluff [Killah Priest:] We gotta do somethin' I mean I'm tired the way they treatin' our women Women tired of the way we treatin' our men Gotta a good job now and you ain't fuckin' with him Cause of yo black ass that's why he's up in the pen He was there for you and all you had to do was be loyal Instead you let the lies' of boss spoil No morals, so awful and unlawful And I'm sincere when I said I spilled the tears For real niggas that ball Cause of dudes who act like broads They pretend they're real but really frauds SongtexteLight up another philly dawg Let me kick it with y'all A double minded man is unstable in most of his ways It hosts in the grave, it ghost in the cage He stores most of his rage, hides it with a smile But on the inside he frowns Waitin' for ya luck to go down You clowns, you workers of evil deeds Children of mischief, coulda had a blessing but you missed it It's so unrealistic, come feel lyrics My tongue heals spirits with the realness And to you dead-beat fathers that wanna be street martyrs Straighten up ya posture You're not worth the streaks of my marker No murals, he shoulda been sterile Maybe next time that girl you slept with will be careful We need an earful [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania