Текст песни: Tru - Ghetto Thang



hit the block Lexus truck slangin ice cream

a million records sold , thats why yall know P

came up on hard times tryin to make ends

2 stones to my niggaz thats dead and in the pen

the ghetto wont change , they label me the dope man

I slang raps but the feds think its cocaine

tap my phone , these hoes wont leave me alone

nigga gon legit , so stay off the ding dong

independent , thats why they hate me

a million man ghetto march for Master P

so fuck rap pages ( dont know )

yall didnt want to see a nigga make it off the streets

thats why you`ll never see P on MTV

top 40 , but niggaz yall know me

number 1 in every mom and pop and billboard record store

so fuck yall playa hatin hoes

gimme a pen , a pad , and ill make a hit

show every nigga in the ghetto how to get rich

cause yall dont know what go on behind closed doors

white folks pimp niggaz like hoes

but tru niggaz , say fuck that

you owe me money , its time to meet the chrome gat

I got the drank , finna tomorrow I take a piss test

and I know my probs. want me to go back

an ex-con addicted to gangsta rhymes

last year I caught a bullet but it wasnt mine

time to go nigga on dead row , or should I say im stuck in the ghetto



Chorus:

(2x) Just a ghetto thang , a ghetto thang , you would understand if you

was

from the ghetto man

(1x)its a ghetto thang , a ghetto thang , these niggaz got me caught up in

this ghetto thang



Silk:



see I aint got no money up in my pocket

how the fuck ima stop it

ima get the glock and cock and plug you like a socket

see game get deeper but yall dont feel me

telling me to gets up out the game , get a job

I shouldnt rob a nigga , I might kill yah

see up on the block I rides deep on gold thangs

these niggaz be trippin up on my shit and they`ll jack you like it aint no

thang

see im from the city where niggaz be salty and they stay faulty like wires

and I aint seen a gangsta retire yet

on a bet , threw my cothes up on the floor and I sweat

trust nobody cause these niggaz today will smoke you like a cigarette

now bet , rest in peace to all homies that didnt make it

took life for granted , an I panic while seeing niggaz with ski masks

we blast with ski masks and bust a cap into they weak ass

everyday struggle and I stay hustlin like a pan handler

fuck it if I took a chance to get dead like cancer

I betta not chance it

slik , just another nigga tryin to make it up out the ghetto



(Chorus)



Big Ed:



got a hold on me , jealous fools wanna roll on me

will I die or will god just let me be

fufill the prophecy reach my destiny avoid the burial plot

unlive the ones that got popped

I got a son but she says that it isnt mine

Im 24 and since birth ive served hard time

in this concrete jungle , a war zone , many of my peers die

finally made it back home

self preservation is a thing for me

duckin and dodgin bullets stone faces on the ones who pulled it

I promise my mama I wouldnt die before she did

I got my life right got my wife and then my kids

but everywhere I look I see sadness

imagine tryin to raise your babies in this worldwide madness



(chorus) 6x

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hit the block Lexus truck slangin ice cream

a million records sold , thats why yall know P

came up on hard times tryin to make ends

2 stones to my niggaz thats dead and in the pen

the ghetto wont change , they label me the dope man

I slang raps but the feds think its cocaine

tap my phone , these hoes wont leave me alone

nigga gon legit , so stay off the ding dong

independent , thats why they hate me

a million man ghetto march for Master P

so fuck rap pages ( dont know )

yall didnt want to see a nigga make it off the streets

thats why you`ll never see P on MTV

top 40 , but niggaz yall know me

number 1 in every mom and pop and billboard record store

so fuck yall playa hatin hoes

gimme a pen , a pad , and ill make a hit

show every nigga in the ghetto how to get rich

cause yall dont know what go on behind closed doors

white folks pimp niggaz like hoes

but tru niggaz , say fuck that

you owe me money , its time to meet the chrome gat

I got the drank , finna tomorrow I take a piss test

and I know my probs. want me to go back

an ex-con addicted to gangsta rhymes

last year I caught a bullet but it wasnt mine

time to go nigga on dead row , or should I say im stuck in the ghetto



Chorus:

(2x) Just a ghetto thang , a ghetto thang , you would understand if you

was

from the ghetto man

(1x)its a ghetto thang , a ghetto thang , these niggaz got me caught up in

this ghetto thang



Silk:



see I aint got no money up in my pocket

how the fuck ima stop it

ima get the glock and cock and plug you like a socket

see game get deeper but yall dont feel me

telling me to gets up out the game , get a job

I shouldnt rob a nigga , I might kill yah

see up on the block I rides deep on gold thangs

these niggaz be trippin up on my shit and they`ll jack you like it aint no

thang

see im from the city where niggaz be salty and they stay faulty like wires

and I aint seen a gangsta retire yet

on a bet , threw my cothes up on the floor and I sweat

trust nobody cause these niggaz today will smoke you like a cigarette

now bet , rest in peace to all homies that didnt make it

took life for granted , an I panic while seeing niggaz with ski masks

we blast with ski masks and bust a cap into they weak ass

everyday struggle and I stay hustlin like a pan handler

fuck it if I took a chance to get dead like cancer

I betta not chance it

slik , just another nigga tryin to make it up out the ghetto



(Chorus)



Big Ed:



got a hold on me , jealous fools wanna roll on me

will I die or will god just let me be

fufill the prophecy reach my destiny avoid the burial plot

unlive the ones that got popped

I got a son but she says that it isnt mine

Im 24 and since birth ive served hard time

in this concrete jungle , a war zone , many of my peers die

finally made it back home

self preservation is a thing for me

duckin and dodgin bullets stone faces on the ones who pulled it

I promise my mama I wouldnt die before she did

I got my life right got my wife and then my kids

but everywhere I look I see sadness

imagine tryin to raise your babies in this worldwide madness



(chorus) 6x

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