Ghetto

I'm In The Ghetto tryin Grind Up Out It
An The Feeling Got Niggas
Killing An Dying About It
An My Only Concern Is Will
It Be My Turn Today
An Baby It Just Might But It's Alright
We Still Chopping Through The
Nite So Hold Tight i See The Light An I Hope
Tomorrow Ain't To Far Away
Waiting For Tomorrow
Watchin Ceiling Fans Go Round An Round
Sweat From Stress Looks Like
Rain On The Ground when I Exhale
See The Pain In The Clouds
Pretty Much The Same As A
Child The Pain I Mean
Producking my environment was kane to me
Producking my environment why you blaming me?
See, It Ain't No change In Me
That Being The Dope Boy Was The Thang To Be
An That's Chesha But Have Your Ma
Ever Ask You For Money
An She BE Like I Pay Ya
In 3Days An The Third Day
A Friday An You Don't See Til Bout Sunday
An She Sleep Alday On Monday
U Be Like Ma Wheres My Money An
She Be Like Boy Don't Bug Me
We Stay In This Apartment
Yur Dad Ain't Here I Don't Have A Job Yet
If It Ain't ONe Thing It's About Chump Change
I NeighborHood Sound Like A
Motherfcking Gun Range