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Mia X - Ghetto livin'

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  Ghetto living (ghetto living)
  Ghetto living (ghetto living)
  My mama once told me (told me) that the streets ain't safe
  So I walked 'round with a vest and a strap on my waist
  I'm living in a strange place where all the odds are against me
  I'm doin bad and the shit you got is startin to tempt me
  We never had cause the ghetto got us trapped in depression
  Learnin lesson after lesson cause the devil be testin
  It got me stressin, keep my Smith N Wesson cocked at all times
  Cause even I could fall to victim at the drop of a dime
  But that's the chances I got to take to escape all of this madness
  That put you in the casket for the cornbread and cabbage
  Lord knows I'm tryin to find an exit out the ghetto
  But it won't let go, that's why I got to tote my pistol
  Ghetto living
  (Father forgive me, I know that what I do is wrong)
  Ghetto living
  (I been tryin a find a better way for so long) x2
  Soldiers die in my world but people look at killers like stars
  We duckin from the laws cause we ain't tryin to live behind bars
  Growin up with less, envious of what the next man had
  Never knew what livin good was till I started movin them sacks
  My hood infested with crack, that's why I paint a picture so vivid
  I tell it cause I live it, runnin with boss bitches and niggas that get convicted
  This street got us all, nothin changed in the game but the players
  I'm talkin about the hustlers, the ballers, the killers and the rhyme sayers
  That's why I ain't scared to pop a nigga, stop a nigga, drop a nigga
  I only fuck with the real, cause it's real in my battlefield
  I hope it's true what they say, and that the father forgives
  Excuse me for the things I do cause in the ghetto I live
  Chorus x2
  [Mia X]
  This shit's goin get even realer, so you ain't gotta ask, I feel ya
  I live the life of a hard knock, that ghetto bitch on the block
  My nigga had a shop, I took the rocks and bag weed
  Chased them broads down with china, and ran alot of minors
  With big tymer dreams of money, hoes and clothes
  They didn't get it, tombstones and jail cells also come with it
  I pity all them babies born from crack mama's
  But I'm a mama too and when the bills is due I gotta
  Get it how I live, bitter tears I cry
  My best friend, my cousin and my man died
  Or should I say was murdered
  I know you heard the same stories before
  We walk the streets like we poverties whores behind the dollar bill
  This still life got us dying so young
  Precious Lord let the new day come
  Uh, come on
  Cause ain't no winning when your living like that
  It's the blueprint, the plan, the set up, the trap
  Chorus x2

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