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I was brought up on the block with the hustlers and dope fiends and thekillas with no soul. See on the block every chick got a whole lottathug in em screamin fuck the po-po
Ya my papa was a legend but lemme tell you a lil' somethin bout me, I was raised up poor
In my hood nobody gave a muthafuck about who ya Befriend Defend ya home
My childhood, Memories were on da corner sippin guiness burnin marijauna plexin on my name call
Carry a chip on my shoulder, bout the size of texas you want drama playas sayin no more
Ya I'm a product of the street labeled a menace to society, how the fuck would they know
Don't be so quick to point the finger when really you dont know shit bout me . soldier release and reload.
I know I told ya when you fuckin with me just know ya fuckin with aghetto soldier, I know I told ya when you fuckin with me just know yafuckin with a Rebel soldier
You can never pretend like I don't exsist, I'm in the mist of thethugs, and I'm huggin the block shootin and never miss. who in the hellis this, witneses never make it, no evidence. snitchin is not allowedin my residence, born in this ghetto storm talk it walk it do it all inteh ghetto form soldiers born and lose more than a leg or arm, paperchase it doin a million miles per hour, live for the moment cause I'mknowin this could be my last hour.got the flower to bloom, got thepower to boom. get ya high as the moon but with these cowards I'mdoomed I'm a goon show mistakes there ain't no room for ya ain't noerrors cause the sherriffs got a room for ya they don't scare usbecause the terrors increases the crime rate in the seasons seeamericas most wanted live on your tv's ghetto soldiers they don't knowit but we here to keep your poppin this song keep tighten up causethey'll hide ya johnny cockren is gone
Gotta do whatcha gotta do with the circumstances given liven life as aghetto soldier. It seems the devils and demons and the police uniformsand they searchin for ghetto kids to murder. I was here to survive whenthey came to trash the ones who took the note to protect us from everycorner we turn . this systems hittin the gutters baby hurry daddylookin at his 45
Baby gotta eat so daddys gotta risk his life, this ghetto livin is the closest to the suicide
and its a give or take who knows maybe tonight we'll die
Ya my papa was a legend but lemme tell you a lil' somethin bout me, I was raised up poor
In my hood nobody gave a muthafuck about who ya Befriend Defend ya home
My childhood, Memories were on da corner sippin guiness burnin marijauna plexin on my name call
Carry a chip on my shoulder, bout the size of texas you want drama playas sayin no more
Ya I'm a product of the street labeled a menace to society, how the fuck would they know
Don't be so quick to point the finger when really you dont know shit bout me . soldier release and reload.
I know I told ya when you fuckin with me just know ya fuckin with aghetto soldier, I know I told ya when you fuckin with me just know yafuckin with a Rebel soldier
You can never pretend like I don't exsist, I'm in the mist of thethugs, and I'm huggin the block shootin and never miss. who in the hellis this, witneses never make it, no evidence. snitchin is not allowedin my residence, born in this ghetto storm talk it walk it do it all inteh ghetto form soldiers born and lose more than a leg or arm, paperchase it doin a million miles per hour, live for the moment cause I'mknowin this could be my last hour.got the flower to bloom, got thepower to boom. get ya high as the moon but with these cowards I'mdoomed I'm a goon show mistakes there ain't no room for ya ain't noerrors cause the sherriffs got a room for ya they don't scare usbecause the terrors increases the crime rate in the seasons seeamericas most wanted live on your tv's ghetto soldiers they don't knowit but we here to keep your poppin this song keep tighten up causethey'll hide ya johnny cockren is gone
Gotta do whatcha gotta do with the circumstances given liven life as aghetto soldier. It seems the devils and demons and the police uniformsand they searchin for ghetto kids to murder. I was here to survive whenthey came to trash the ones who took the note to protect us from everycorner we turn . this systems hittin the gutters baby hurry daddylookin at his 45
Baby gotta eat so daddys gotta risk his life, this ghetto livin is the closest to the suicide
and its a give or take who knows maybe tonight we'll die
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