Trae Tha Truth - Ghetto Life lyrics
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In this ghetto life that we’re living
Have mercy, honor your children.
In this ghetto life, this ghetto life, this ghetto life we’re living!
In this ghetto life that we’re living
Have mercy, honor your children.
In this ghetto life, this ghetto life, this ghetto life we’re living!
[Trae Tha Truth}
Lord have mercy, I pray that nobody taking it worst than me,
hate to think of the fact of somebody hurtin' me,
Now I go to the top so nobody can murder me,
How to get to the top when nobody heard of me?
Everybody be killin, but nobody willin' to think of their mommas 'n' babies when they’re hurting their feelings
The homicide, cause nobody out here wanna be chillin'
But ain't a damn thing changed when you step in the ghetto
Don’t nobody wanna be fightin' so they hold in the middle
Tryna play it like they was tough here in the of the devil,
Hopin' I can be motivation when they get at my level
I’m on my way to another funeral, hopin' somebody help us
Cause all they ever think about is how these punk niggas left us,
The lil homies out there tryna get him a pack
Matter a fact, send him a lick and he'll be alright wit that
Lord knows times hard, tryna to feed his lil brother
His sister having sex, tryna to take care of his mother
She ain't wanna do it, man she’s fighting with them letters
The body would've been safe, but she ain’t never heard of rubbers!
Everything out in the open, with nothin' undercover
Dreams of being something, reality of a cover
In this ghetto life that we live in,
Prayin' one day that we can make it into another!
Hook:
In this ghetto life that we’re living
Have mercy, honor your children.
In this ghetto life, this ghetto life, this ghetto life we’re living!
In this ghetto life that we’re living
Have mercy, honor your children.
In this ghetto life, this ghetto life, this ghetto life we’re living!
[Dougie D]
Welcome to the ghetto, poverty is all around here
Crack sales, and the gun smoke a homicides here
Nigga do a little crime here, did a lot of time here
That's the reason niggas wanna get fuck up from round here
Down up in the dirty 'n' the ghetto, boys reckless
A nigga bust anotha nigga head over a necklace
And that's the reason that a nigga keeps a Smith & Wesson
Right up on my motherfucking side for my protection
Ratchet bitches looking for a ballin' baby daddy
'n' the trap, niggas looking for another pack to package
Only thang a nigga know and gotta get it, got to have it
On a motherfucking mission, gotta feed the fucking family
Hold up! Let me get my wind now, keep on!
About to get shit up in the ghetto, it would be on
A nigga wanna be inspired, and take everything home
I bust it down with the clique, and I tell ‘em, niggas, eat on!
Babies having babies and these bitches givin' niggas aids
Nigga barely started ejaculatin' and they in the grave
Looking what the world is coming to, forget the final days
A nigga tryin' to keep the sanity with blazin' on the haze
It's a cold cruel world and the game got a nigga be,
Instead of tryin' to survive us, they put us in the penitentiary
Never let the devil and the ghetto get the best of me
A nigga keep the thuggin' in his ghetto li-ifee
Hook:
In this ghetto life that we’re living
Have mercy, honor your children.
In this ghetto life, this ghetto life, this ghetto life we’re living!
In this ghetto life that we’re living
Have mercy, honor your children.
In this ghetto life, this ghetto life, this ghetto life we’re living!
[Da Brat]
In the life of the ghetto,
Growing up, motherfuckers round me weren't mellow
Showing up, busting the bullets spray when they let go
'N' ain't no fucking around when the tape yellow
My house surround cause niggas round here snitching
Runnin' they mouth bout whats cooking in my kitchen
Mind your own fuckin' business cause I’ll getcha
And I like none of these other rap bitches!
Rap from the 6-0-6-0-4
West side nigga where they slit your throat
Put a ticket on your toe, vehicular homicidal
Red rummin on my arrival
Hi ho, die slow!
Somebody call the cops 'cause I'm belligerently hot,
Deliberately fucking shit up, I don’t stop
I put in in critical condition and then I totally cross 'em out like the Kris'
fuck ‘em!
Rest in peace to Mac Daddy
Piece on the front seat of my Caddy
Nigga get greezy, this bitch here will gladly
Show you a product of the ghetto, cause I pass at ya
Look back at you, look back at it!
And then laugh at ya, cause I’m a bad heffer
And if you ever see another bitch like me, you should hold on to her
And you should make sure your wifey from the ghetto!
Hook:
In this ghetto life that we’re living
Have mercy, honor your children.
In this ghetto life, this ghetto life, this ghetto life we’re living!
In this ghetto life that we’re living
Have mercy, honor your children.
In this ghetto life, this ghetto life, this ghetto life we’re living!
Thanks to Steven D for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to Geofferey for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to Geofferey for correcting these lyrics
