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Children of the ghettooo, hold on
They got me runnin through my ghetto
They got me runnin through my ghetto in a cold sweat,
I just cant look back, sticks got your boy wet,
Checkin alleys for my homies, race pass the bayou,
Why those five ohs kickin down my doors?
Run up in a smokehouse, its dark as what,
But I spotem in tha corners when they lighters struck,
Glass pipes look like neon lights, but in the fire,
Lie a child of the Lord with a poisonous desire,
Die a "G" tryin to make change, when I approachem,
Even though I got a great range, I wont smokeem,
I reminisce on the happy times, we spent together,
J.R. High goin half on dimes and like a feather,
We was floatin in the wind fool, steady laughin,
Til the day somebody killed you and got me askin
They tryin to silence the violence and minus the menace,
But Im in this to win this tryin to break a Guieness,
Business as usual, its unpredictable,
Critical changes deranges the typical,
I terrorize, paralyze your intentions,
Questions answered on the day of my redemptions,
The lynchings, Smith And Wessons, lessons,
To be taught on the Block of Rock I mention,
Critical dimensions, yes I rest with my Hyna in the shiny sun,
Gotta blunt, Im tryin to find me one,
Life dream, thirteen be me number,
On tha right team, Sureest as a youngster,
Live a G-role, actin a hero, will getcha below,
Ill be facin Ito, but you got your life Repoed
I got incredible criminals in my subliminal,
Minimal actions and tactics cant stop my cynical,
Passion Im blastin, trashin the evidence,
Ever since birth, Im ripped out of innocence,
Isnt this beautiful? The undisputible,
G fits me suitable, wont hesitate to shoot a fool,
Up and advance, catch a blast, can you dance?
Like a trick shakin ass in the back of an ambulance,
In a trance of confusion, havin illusions,
Of mental institutions bein my solution,
Whos in my nutty head, wantin everybody dead?
Red Rum feel the lead, Come through your bunk bed,
Now Mom said I could reach the sky if I try,
My soul is a lost one,
Im sleep wakin with a mutha shotgun,
I gotta pop one
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