Ghetto Is a Trap

Just the other day my brother got killed

its might be worse where you hang, but the projects where I live

I see my partners on the corner cold serving the dope fiends

I see no dreams, instead I see more fiends

when Im on the cutter off than one

for every dollar I make the white folks make a hundred

and I can understand why niggaz sell cain

cause every nigga got it good as the next man

and white folks know that there will always be dope

because they always have a kid that's starving and broke

and now they wanna try to seize the crack and drug dealin'

know that there will only lead to more and more killing

a nigga got a steal deal with the f**king police

I dipped in my alias and tell them they don't know me

for some strange reason they still take me in

trying to get a nigga to do time in the pen

on the motherf**king murder weapon stanking identity (why is that?)

cause they ghetto is a motherf**king trap

two marks got me out of the ghetto

but the ghetto is where im from

welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap

but the ghetto is where I grow

Nigga as you know im c-murder

kicking the funky shit that you never even heard of

Im talking 'bout the motherf**king ghetto

where many punk bitches get killed ho

but I dont give a f**k about that G

cause im rolling with a sick ass pops

I met a kingpin said he want a ki

I didn't know he was the motherf**king police

I said f**k and kicked him in his knees

and got away cross the street in some trees

I started laughing saying, "Damn, he done slacked up."

little did I know they 50 done had backup

all I heard was freeze

with three bullets to my back I feel to my knees

I started screaming and crying

everythang getting black, yo im dying

all I could remember

thought I always catch a bullet from a gang member

the the ambulance came, paramedics asking me my motherf**king name

damn I almost choked

with six f**kin' doctors sticking tubes down my throat

but through all of that I made it

why I wanna I live man, I think im crazy

now im going to the pen, but I dont give a f**k cause ill be out in 10

all that shit cause im tired of eating scraps

the ghetto is a trap

two marks got me out of the ghetto

but the ghetto is where im from

welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap

but the ghetto is where I grow

Boom, Boom, Boom and im a gonner

but im tripping on life cause 50 is right round the corner

and mama say boy pray, better be glad it wasn't you that got blew away

killed in the dope game, ill probably craft that on life

in the motherf**king dice game, cause in the game of life it has 1 rule

watch your ass, count your money, don't be a fool

and don't f**k with a broke bitch, cause if you f**k with a broke

bitch they get you in the f**king ditch

so you can play the roll of a dummy

think a bitch like you when a bitch really like your money

now that don't mean shit nigga

you better sleep with one eye open, and keep you finger on the f**king

trigger, or go out like Jack, Jack died in the projects

and Jill got another f**king nigga black

or you can go out like a clucker, and end up six feet deep motherf**ker

and listen to what I say cause in the ghetto somebody else gets blowed

away, cause that has no age, smoked out dope fiends on the

motherf**king rage, so I refuse to be caught not strapped

when I walk into the ghetto, knowing the ghetto is a trap.