Birdman - Ghetto Life lyrics

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Birdman - Ghetto Life lyrics

[Birdman] Yeah n***a Fast Money, Cash Money how we roll it out-is how we roll it in know what I'm sayin n***a feel me n***a we just hit a lick n***a gotta bout 50 more years n***a and I wanted to go f** with a n***a who broke bread with us first n***a so we flew to Houston ya holla! [Bun B] I jumped in the game with a 50 dollar sack a heart full of hustle and my mind on stacks I held my nuts in the game called crack now I'm deep up in the streets and I ain't never lookin back I gotta reputation I ain't gotta keep dealin it a south n***a....give a f** if you ain't feelin it UGK for life b**h an underground boss disrespect and that's a line you don't really wanna cross (Fa Real) quick on the trigger, pull a pistol out quick on a n***a one click blow the sh** out a n***a (BLOAH) been bout a figure ain't stoppin till I see it don't hate me hoe cause that's the way I gotta G it P.A.T baby that's me baby...Free Pimp C and that's real OG baby this dedicated to my n***az on lock KS, Young Ryno, and the homie Lil'Block it don't stop [Chorus x2: Bun B] Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life) let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest) drug deals, and young n***az gettin'k**ed I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real [6 Shot] Uhhh look at here, uptown cut throat n***a any year crisp and clear ya hear me now nothin nice break you off with a style Fuh real coke, dope, pills-it's no joke here everybody strapped look at where I'm at (BLAT, BLAT) n***a sh**s so real it's no doubt about it all cowards get k**ed fa sheezy while I'm sneakin through them people forty four bags and them people in that M-A-G-N-O dish it out or get from round L-I-A uptown know ya down all that drama (???) thuggin with a heavy (??)shinin on them hoes ya know it's so real it's no doubt about it all cowards get k**ed ya know [Chorus] [Birdman] Look you know them guns go to poppin when them n***az go to drop e'm make e'm all run go to scatter n***a cause when you f**in with the man he'll spend a few grands cause you know we puttin change on ya yeah cause we thugged out, wigged out came through the neighborhood with the guns out n***a don't make me drop the top don't give a f** about the weather cause we still gon'shine n***a yeah and that was changeable evidence homie that's why they let Rufus go and we was playin with paper n***a-and dropped 50 on the flo'n***a so I spread my wings out came through the nieghborhood with the L's out n***a and I'm tryin to get out the dope game but I still let them birds out [Chorus] [Birdman ad libs to end]

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