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Silkk the Shocker - Ghetto Rain lyrics
(feat. Master P) [Master P] Picture this, any man that hustle because like to is a fool. Any man that hustle because he got to feed his family.... that's a real man.nYou see I hustle because I got feed me family I got families to feed, I got feed my mama, I got to feed big mama, I got to feed my cousin, I got to feed my lil' brother, I got to feed my sister, I got to feed my kids, I got to feed my people. [Chorus] The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to survive the ghetts got me hustlin' tryin' to stay alive. The ghetto get me hustlin' tryin' to survive, and I know I'm goin' to hustle until the day I die. [Master P] UUGGHH!!! It's da black rain to da moon and tears that cause lies see that's the way I felt when my lil' brother died. And some fools say it ain't no justice and other niggaz say it ain't no peace that's why thugs help their on these projects and on these streets. See my daddy made me a dealer and my cousin made me killer. See that's why everything we do, they gonna respect us and feel us And I'm still tryin' to understand why big daddy was with da rest and my nephew on the last counter on da 14th down the car reck. It ain't muthafucker down on dope, on crack, or aids and I see so many ghetto people go to jail and live your life and die like slaves. I got a relative on apeel doin' 25 flat on murder or ride nigga fuck it Johnny Cochran can't fight that. And since I'm black and I'm rich they see to overlook It's me advise first class niggaz tryin' call da police tryin' to book us. Ain't that a bitch, I done made millions and still goin' through a thang That's niggaz ask me P why the fuck you never change. [Chorus] [Silkk The Shocker] It's like I'm rich and poor I open the world and slang dop it's the world changes knowand changes I thorp. I thank all my big brothers with out him I wouldn't made it through so with life on line put all up 4 him so I put that shit on TRU. The ghetto got me caught up, no broken dreams the ghettos trap, I see some on crack, and dope fiends. My hommie, Never did no crime but lien' up in the hearse thank god 4 all that I got from that times can be wrorst. Ever feel like u was swimming, and really was dronin' you ani't wanna smile but your tender smile always see me clownin' I trade my life to make the world better trade everything I got including life to bring back my brother Kevin. See I spit the realist shit tryin' make yo'll feel this shit. Yo'll tryin' put the finger on our side, livin' middle bricks livin' this shit. See I tell you everybody use to ride benzes but we had to ride buggies mom wanted better things for me but private school was way past our budget. So if I'm happy and I'm smilin' and I'm camouflage my problems the only way I can really solve them if I really grab and revolve them. So I grab it and I cocked it I was going to pop it. But I stop, forgot I was rich. what everybody not rich. Every month so close to gettin' no profits my only hustle, I told them to stop it, but can't really knock it. Everybody died up in game everybody tryin' to maintain wall from out da ghetto, close my eyes and still see the pain. Sometimes I just get fed up. To all my souljas worldwide I know its hard to stride. Keep your head up! [Chorus x2] |
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