Dirty - Ghetto Ride lyrics

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[Verse 1: Mr. G-Stacka]

Now when I was born, I wasn't warned of all the harm that I would see

Bein' harassed by the police, seein' my peeps gettin' killed in the streets

Most don't have no food to eat, and most don't have no place to sleep

Is this how it's 'posed to be, livin' our life uncomfortably... naw

Somebody better give me some answers, if they don't want no beef to start

Cause I'll draw down on your preacher, and make him get in contact with God

And ask The Man why the times so hard, why do my people struggle?

Why do my people suffer, and why do we hate each other?

And can't You see, how corrupt this land here really is?

Can't You see them ghetto tears... my folks been cryin' for years

A lot of ones don' went astray, a lot of ones confused to say

But a lot of us pray, hopin' that You'll come down here and get us one day

And get us off this evil place, so You can teach us right

We've been deceived by the beast, that's why we been so blind

So Lord I take this time... to tell you how I feel

And I hope You hear me, come and get your son up out of here

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Let me take you on a ghetto ride..

through this crooked world

Wash the pain and tears from the eyes..

of the boys and girls

[Verse 2: Big Pimp]

Well I can remember comin' home one day, and all our furniture was gone

My mama cryin', cause all we got is the clothes we had on

My mama was strong, she wipe her eyes and picked up the phone

My grandma stayed right down the street, so she made that my home

I love my grandma Ms. Burnett, and her first name Louise

She raised me for some years, till my mama got on her feet

It was a house full, bout twelve folk, everyday tryin' to eat

Can you imagine the youngest two was just me and Mr. G

Hell we stayed fed... off instant grits and gravy

Her chitt'lings and pig ears was so good, they make you want to bankhead

Now tell me that you think that... my life would have been so tainted

If my dad was there, because he ain't dead

It's some' I wanna tell but I can't say it

Why? Cause the radio want play it

At the age of nine I was a dankhead

Cocaine in my hand tryin' to make bread

I gotta nine in my hand so I ain't scared

Hit the block everyday seein' blood shed

But that's the price you gotta pay to keep your folks fed

Woo for real, jump in the drop-top Coupe Deville and just..

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[Verse 3: Mr. G-Stacka]

So many days of so much pain got me thinkin' bout blowin' my brains

How can I change, who will explain..

how to maintain while trapped in this game

Stackin' my mailin'... off crack sellin', me and my family gotta eat

I knew I was wrong... for skeetin' them stops

but it kept the house with light and heat

Kept some shoes up on our feet, kept our stomachs off of 'E'

Now who can you judge... you can't hold a grudge

I did this more than just for me

I did this more than just for keeps, I did this more for those in the streets

So if you feel my troubles, want you come and role with me

[Verse 4: Big Pimp]

Ok, the nigga who kill my boy Willie, only get fifteen years

But you know that time get split, so he'll do bout seven yours

How crooked the system is, for good behavior, he'll probably do just three

So in actuality, this nigga here don' kill my boy for free

I'm tryin' to understand the plan the Lord got for you and me

How the good die aw so young, and the bad live long to eat

My body and soul might be so clean, but the hood got my ways so dirty

I'm up early... on my knees, beggin' this world not to hurt me

And that's for real

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