Ghetto Livin` lyrics

Artist  : Mia X 
Song : Ghetto Livin`



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 f/ Ghetto Commission, O'Dell



[O'Dell]

Ghetto living (ghetto living)

Ghetto living (ghetto living)



[Spade]

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



[Dolliolie/(O'Dell)]

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



[Chorus]

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



[Valerio]

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



[Dolliolie/O'Dell]

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



[Dolliolie/O'Dell]

Chorus x2