MC Ren

MC Ren - In Da Ghetto lyrics

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Ain't no love for the niggaz in the ghetto

Shit be fucked up when you live in the ghetto

Come with me hit some corners in the ghetto "Come on"

It gotta be somethin' much better then the ghetto

Y'all know niggaz got it bad

That's why the fuck we wake up mad, I'd swear we're sad

Bills pilin' up, I got laid off

But I gotta let these knuckle-heads know I ain't soft

So get rid outta the smiles, learnt to strike

Never will and I try to swing in a fuckin' gun fight

Police know the homies on the first name bases

So when somethin' happened, they the first ones to chase us...

I know nothing but the ghetto, born and raised

In the streets of the Hub city, blunts we blased

To ease the kill of mentality

When another motherfuckers tryin' to test me

I can't turn my back, I'm too down for that

At the young days learnt to work with the strap

To all my niggaz locked up

It's simple, the ghetto's hustlin, bust nuts...

Ain't no love for the niggaz in the ghetto

Shit be fucked up when you live in the ghetto

Come with me hit some corners in the ghetto "Come on"

It gotta be somethin' much better then the ghetto

In our town full as none but Compton

With niggaz are pop one

Nigga you got one to spark one, time is creepin'

I'm keepin' a fat stack with crack for the fiends

Sixteen which free dreams, low riders and big creams

Big booties with tag team

John Doe with somethin, in the fo'

I'm thinkin' I'm never lastin' but cops are blastin' us

And knockin' us up, now shit is gettin' fucked up...

They say they still got beef I'm fucked the police

While I'm tryin' to puff a blunt in front seat, in peace

Please, save me from the beasts

My nerve is drained

Villain sick and tired, nigga stayed in pain

Should the real nigga complain

Thinkin' of the past

I'll speak for dead slaves they can kiss my ass

And tell Bush he can't have my vote

I'm on my third house now, nigga this is cutthroat...

Ain't no love for the niggaz in the ghetto

Shit be fucked up when you live in the ghetto

Come with me hit some corners in the ghetto "Come on"

It gotta be somethin' much better then the ghetto

But in the ghetto some niggaz stick together

To get through the bad weather, still chasin' cheddar

But haters, who appearin' niggaz out sight

I got to act right, to fuck up the nigga's night

We'll bring back, that Compton westcoast, across the world

Tossin' down these little girls

I'm ghetto fine, in the ghetto

I'm a keep it on point nigga like the elbow...

I'm almost give up, I can't do that many years homey

Shit, I can't cry that many tears homey, you're phoney

I wouldn't thought, maybe I wouldn't talk to fans

You should've held this

I'm on work in a first place

But I won't snitch, I hate the bitch

Or maybe I'll hit the bricks in two thousand and six

Aiy lova bitch, either locked up or glock down for sure

Nobody gives the fuck about the ghetto...

Ain't no love for the niggaz in the ghetto

Shit be fucked up when you live in the ghetto

Come with me hit some corners in the ghetto "Come on"

It gotta be somethin' much better then the ghetto

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