Intro lyrics

Artist  : Eightball 
Song : Intro



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 *Talking In The Background*
Uh
The streets of my city be gritty
Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain't never show no
pity
Many die on streets of concrete, blasted from the
heat
From under the seat, niggaz just tryin' to make
ends meat
Trying to eat, day to day livin' with no religion
Luxury cars, and this money got my full attention
School teachers and the preachers don't know what
to teach us
They don't get a second look without them ghetto
features
Created so the non pigmentated rated
Pornographic caught they children learn the words
and say it
Save the monsters, but don't nobody know the lord
Status depends on the baddest sh*t you can afford
 
And look at me I'm in the middle of the confusion
Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion
Take it how you wanna take it
I gotta twist and break it
Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who
fake it
and if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable
Money's foldable, f**k a hip-hop quoteable
Nobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this
shit
Broke this shit, but that ain't new so I can cope
with this
Hope it get better for those who don't get a
chance
To advance, and dig the sh*t I be saying
You know what might make what I say a little
clearer
If mothaf**kers judge the one they see in the
mirror
*Talking till the End*