Ghetto Commission - Ghetto Livin' lyrics

[O'Dell] Ghetto living (ghetto living) Ghetto living (ghetto living) [Spade] My mama once told me (told me) that the streets ain't safe So I walked 'round with a vest and a strap on my waist I'm living in a strange place where all the odds are against me I'm doin bad and the sh** you got is startin to tempt me We never had cause the ghetto got us trapped in depression Learnin lesson after lesson cause the devil be testin It got me stressin, keep my Smith N Wesson co*ked at all times Cause even I could fall to victim at the drop of a dime But that's the chances I got to take to escape all of this madness That put you in the casket for the cornbread and cabbage [Dolliolie/(O'Dell)] Lord knows I'm tryin to find an exit out the ghetto But it won't let go, that's why I got to tote my pistol [Chorus] Ghetto living (Father forgive me, I know that what I do is wrong) Ghetto living (I been tryin a find a better way for so long) x2 [Valerio] Soldiers die in my world but people look at k**ers like stars We duckin from the laws cause we ain't tryin to live behind bars Growin up with less, envious of what the next man had Never knew what livin good was till I started movin them sacks My hood infested with crack, that's why I paint a picture so vivid I tell it cause I live it, runnin with boss b**hes and n***as that get convicted This street got us all, nothin changed in the game but the players I'm talkin about the hustlers, the ballers, the k**ers and the rhyme sayers That's why I ain't scared to pop a n***a, stop a n***a, drop a n***a I only f** with the real, cause it's real in my battlefield I hope it's true what they say, and that the father forgives Excuse me for the things I do cause in the ghetto I live [Dolliolie/O'Dell] Chorus x2 [Mia X] This sh**'s goin get even realer, so you ain't gotta ask, I feel ya I live the life of a hard knock, that ghetto b**h on the block My n***a had a shop, I took the rocks and bag weed Chased them broads down with china, and ran alot of minors With big tymer dreams of money, hoes and clothes They didn't get it, tombstones and jail cells also come with it I pity all them babies born from crack mama's But I'm a mama too and when the bills is due I gotta Get it how I live, bitter tears I cry My best friend, my cousin and my man died Or should I say was murdered I know you heard the same stories before We walk the streets like we poverties who*es behind the dollar bill This still life got us dying so young Precious Lord let the new day come Uh, come on Cause ain't no winning when your living like that It's the blueprint, the plan, the set up, the trap [Dolliolie/O'Dell] Chorus x2