Songtext From the ghetto Ali Vegas

From the ghetto

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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, All My Ghetto Children, Com'on

Even, With no type of money

We still, Gotz to make it happen

Niggaz front, Then we get to scrappin

Let em' know where ur from, I'm from the ghetto

Even, With no type of money

We still, Gotz to make it happen

Niggaz front, Then we get to scrappin

Let em' know where ur from, I'm from the ghetto

Let me come to explain, How life is hardly the same

In the hood the baddest kids have the godliest names

Spider webs protect a large part of my frame

My moms bought me some ganes

Now they young god is insane

We party and hang, We load the car with them thangs

See it startin to vein, And make remarkable change

And ya'll know for a fact, My flow is raw as crack

I can go on tour in back and front of corner stores and raps

Watch the crowd applaud and clap, They can't ignore this cat

I'm here to fill a void in rap, Ain't no avoidin that

Dream team give life the ????? checks

I give ya my all, Nothin less or more than that

Com'on chops, Bring the chorus back

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I'm from where they pop glocks and spit snubs

Grew up next door to chop shops and strip clubs

For me life was hell, I was twice as frail

Recievin ???? from jail, I was too nice to fill and sit inside a Rikkers cell

Brothers fight after 2 nights, Imagine how lifers feel

Sittin in a place where minor few survive to tell

I give ya my best,But still it aint good enough

Never rep the projects, My hood was just as tough

I played basketball with,Recovered alkaholics

Played baseball with those that sold 8 balls

Rap skills or crack skills, Whatever it take y'all

Pray to god the company dont see the roach on the wall (roach on the wall)

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I've got 2 of the illest flows, Around today

So i can rap either way, Which way yall want

Check it, Look, Com'on

With all the pain and scrutiny, It's hard to maintain in 2G

We ??????????,Police is trained to shoot me

Guess life is complicated, Wasn't the type to conversate it

Ever since my cousin Fashion in 6, Got incarcerated

One love to all my villans down for life

In the ghetto you learn to count with dykes

And run from jakes on mountain bikes

We scared on blown whites, But dont respect the housing types

We sit on crates, And watch em slowly as they grabs the light

Just as they fear it all

They send my peers up north, If the top of the ????? is off

Shed tears to get em' off

I rep for all my brothers caught in the jam

Up north in the can, I know they keep forcin your hand

Play your cards right, Ain't no more livin off the land

Then it's back to dominos, I whistle at all kinds of hoes

If rhymes was clothes, I have ill designer flows

Like hilfiger and iceberg, Da ill nigga with trife words

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