Scarface: I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling I'm busting, for ya'll niggas Cause your my niggas on tha realer beground these streets for stacking peeler For the dealers, save back on your teams and underrestamate with these who do you get the paper and then get of the street ya'll remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me cause i wont give a shee to a nigga starvin so we can fluss and blow weed hangin' with the warden how many niggas on the quad who don't giva a fuck Survivin struggls hiting licks out the hippieclub I'm just a homie out the hood who did something so why are you fronting i'm in for ten years and i'll still wanted you heard me homie! or do you try to tell it to the dumdums they call you niggas and niggas try steel were they come from i bring the front to all my homies out riding help a homie get on his feet, and we'll all riding sange, and fange in this game, but it's true be sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you never forget the neighbourhood were it started the ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the...
Chorus: Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here ghetto nigga ghetto i can't get out of here
Willie D: I represent the southeast, of southeast millenium muthafucka and kay-doo were ya at (one time) bring tha rockas cause muthafuckas being talkin' for so long but now i'm down with the innerface clik and it's on give a fuck were you're from nigga and kay-doo always represtentin that nigga is a fact i've lived in it now look at me, ya'll can't steel rabbit for all ya'll niggas talking that shit, i'm still strapping Will i strapp ya? Niggas with all that hot capit niggas packin' in fake and it ain't happning will you think we're smacking that yellow road is steady packing the home of the ghetto slangin and car jacking nigga, i ain't acting i was brought up in this bitch from the O.P's and all down to the eastwike even flat joe's and even the lingwood is all hood for the Christ your all driving is all hood The ghetto
Chorus: Ghetto Ghetto i can't get out of here
Ice Cube: I got give it up to my ghetto niggas in the ghetto, bitch, looking forthem ghetto licks geting ghetto rich knowing that the steam in the book flip the gang quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name this ghetto slang is some shit thatcan beat collage, you ain't fucking with this hustla with street knolledge 9 to 5 still fliping twenties on the side try to get by the feints i'm making dollars out of fifty cents got the big body benz, with the wheels on it a celuarphone with no bills on it get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it baby, leen on it, and i can put the kill on it you gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer puting your baby to sleep and turn of your ring and you can catch me on banewick looking sick in a six and some schweiz on my wrist now picture this you got to blow, cause to many niggas out for mr. Jackson's dope ya'll niggas got to go, to the ghetto
Chorus: Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here ghetto nigga ghetto i can't get out of here
Willie D Deathwall is the site when the mic be light as twice as shipp advice to my homies who write me in te pine Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail with their laberty bell, so i can tell you about the half and who got cow for riches, and sending bithces, i'm making bitches I remember when i just to get beat with extensioncars and we slanged by to see were my house was started stealing out of my mama's perce now that she's gone she lives thrue my songs and it sure hurts i couldn't have treated her worse then in the ghetto and turn our womens into wideows sick to see my homie that i ain't with, trade with, payed with, laughed with dead in a casket. to my pumps we can reach the top but you got a chance to get of the pop if you see your chance baby take it i was the last mothafucka in the world who thoiught i would make it but look at me now, a six on the beach in greeze check from the muthafucka stretts of the ghetto
Chorus: Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here ghetto nigga ghetto i can't get out of here
Dear God really hate to bother you I know that your really busy but Can you take some time to see about me
Verse 1:
Dear God I know u got things to do But can I talk to you, for a minute or two I'm tired of seeing my homies dying Bullet shells, paramedics, and chalklines My friends momma sell they body, to pay the rent My little cousin doing time but he's innocent We sending food and money over seas to feed the po' But what about the people next do' Will you please show mercy on the child that's being abused? Don't let 'em make the ten o'clock news My attitude won't allow me to condone this What we gone do about the homeless I see peace But I'm constantly engaged in conflict I'm trying hard not to let the gun click I really wish U find in ya heart, to make a change Hate to bug you but I'm tired of the pain
Hook: (Child computer voice)
Dear God really hate to bother you I know that your really busy but Can you take some time to see about me (I'm tired of the pain)
People down here suffering I know that I'm not an angel but Can you take some time to see about me (I'm tired of the pain)
Verse 2:
I'm seeking the father in this wicked land, man I'm a believer so I stick to praying But when I wanna go outside Momma say don't go Cause it ain't safe for the kids to play no mo The po-po's put my hands on they hot hood My relationship with them is not good It's da dilemma Momma's broke and she need some change Or should I go to school or stay in I don't know Help the physician within me Heal myself For the sake of my family don't let me kill myself I know that it's something that we all gotta suffer But why you had to take my grandmother I'm trying to keep my head screwed In a bad mood If I sound rude Dear God, excuse my attitude I'm just searching for some answers Will we ever find a cure for cancer?
Hook: (child computer voice)
Dear God really hate to bother you I know that your really busy but Can you take some time to see about me (I'm tired of the pain)
People down here suffering I know that I'm not an angel but Can you take some time to see about me (I'm tired of the pain)
Verse 3:
Can you please take time out to help ya boy Cause they down hear trying to steal my joy Was AIDS really a ploy, to destroy out of pope That's what they saying It's hard to phantom Tell me they plan Cause my friends in the hospital sick as can be Fighting for his life against HIV Now tell me how much longer can he last with his heart Beating off life support Can I please touch the hem of your garment? Get on my knees and be cleanst of the torment My heart is pure But I think I'm at my??? Cause every time I turn my back I'm getting stabbed in it Wait a minute before I end Dear God will you tell me why I'm judged by the color of my skin If you can please respond, a.s.a.p. Sincerely Willie D
Hook until fade: (child computer voice)
Dear God really hate to bother you I know that your really busy but Can you take some time to see about me (I'm tired of the pain)
People down here suffering I know that I'm not an angel but Can you take some time to see about me (I'm tired of the pain)
