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Ghetto Children
In these times we gotta hustle 'cause our pockets be hurt
Lil *****s want to get fronted from who got work
Is she ready for that you want to wash the bus
Let a ***** know where they at so ain't no stoppin' us
If you handle yo business right I'ma promote yo ***
You ***** out and try to kite I'ma come smoke yo ***
The **** that I'm givin' you they tryin' blood ta get
The vicks be runnin' through because they love the ****
So don't come with that no one bout it **** was cool
*****s tried ta rob me nobody was comin' through
Snitches I can't have that
*****es I can't have that
Riches you can have that
Just bring me my cash back
Look its all gravy with me go head and shine
that's how you play it with me ya big time
All I want is the Gs
With a trunk full of keys
A benz on 20s
You got something you can lend me
**** ***** I ain't doing nothin' for me for free
Can't put no trust in you *****s 'cause y'all be tryin' ta run G
'Cause I don't like dreamin' bout makin' no cheese
want to see my mutha****in' bank account O.D.ed [(over dosed)]
[Chorus: x2]
Until then I'ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd)
Now I'm on some **** again
Leave a ***** stranded like Gilligan
Hundreds I'm considerin'
Lex it for a millian
Catch it ***** I'm killin'em
They spot but I ain't feelin'em
My jacket off appearin them
Some a say its numerary
Parntnas in for sipperin'
Juvenile is different
Look at what I did to them
*****s wearin' reeboks instead of nikes and timbalands
***** *****s I be tippin'em
My mac 9 it be flippin'em
Some of these *****s is tryin ta run G
So I be gippin'em
They would do the same to me
*****s ain't no family
**** is all a game to me
But nobody gone handle me
400 degreez
Tottin' guns runnin' with me
No wonder we need
Mo money one could receive
***** want to deal with this christ
I'ma put it open in his life
Never should I **** with me right
Why you keep duckin' me shy
I'ma knock ya head off
***** tryin' ta get to ya **** tryin' ta play it off
You made the beef ***** so why is you scared
If you mind yo ****in' business then yo life would be spared
I can't see it
***** try ta make me out a ***** I can't be it
I had a mutha****in' problem with *****s like freed me
You probably can save y'all self but you can't save y'all neighbors
Um, and now I got cha spinnin' on round like a baseball playa
Put on this the table I'ma hit'em a nine
Foolish I had ta tame ta keep these *****s in line
Look 'cause I don't like dreamin' about makin' no cheese
Want to see my mutha****in bank account ODed [(over dosed])
[Chorus: x2]
Ask them *****s bout me
Bet them *****es know me
Magnolia head buster out that wild T.C.
I'ma young *****
Look at what ya done *****
You done made me mad
Now I'm goin' get my gun *****
Betta watch cha tongue *****
'Cause I'm gettin' dumb *****
Killed one *****
Represent where I'm from *****
See thangs don't cha never do **** with a man his change or his mamma
You do that you won't drama
**** with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see
I'm out cha which one of you boys want me
I'ma keep it real with ya
Ya say you the man, I know I'm the man and I'm ready ta deal with cha
I'm prepared for the toe taggin'
Keep my reeboks strapped tight with my gibauds saggin'
Now, I done rocked a couple of Gs and done flipped that two times
I know I'm in a problem and they gonna pursuit mine
I got bills ta pay I can't be playin' with you jokers
These youngsters somethin' else now ya bout ta get promoka
You can't understand how a ***** my age
Can hit the streets psyhced up bustin' with the twelve gage
But I don't like ta dream about makin' no cheese
In the future want to see my ****in' pockets Oded [(over dosed)]
[Chorus: x2]