What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me Though I’m a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeperįear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me 'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what’s right? In position to let my opposition know my life He came up in the hood but he can’t come backįuck that, I remain in the street game frame They let the money make them nervous, what’s the purpose? Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won’t surface 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets It’s the nigga that makes music for the streets
You can run it but can’t hide it, so step aside Survivin', under conditions demons dinin’ Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face The outsiders tend to disrespect the place In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real The lake we build houses but it’s the hood we call home Niggas strapped with 45’s and ain’t smilin'Īnd I’m drivin' to a place they’re all warrin’ Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent
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