T.I. - Ghetto lyrics

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T.I. - Ghetto lyrics

Yea Hol’ Up In the Ghetto I can’t tell you about you, but I can tell you something about me –Verse 1 – Trae Tha Truth– I got this chopper with me Slidin’ through the city, sippin something heavy f** around and catch a body Body me a n***a, tell them hoes steady Ready for whatever, father helpful times Many n***as outta line Got a 40 pulled up to my waist The other peace I need I couldn’t find [?] I could rewind it Pain and hurt don’t remind it I’m fightin’ knowin’ nothin’ promise I’m close as hell but still can’t time it Just ridin’ trying to make it home That’s real life, f** this song My sons know they daddy good And they feel it so they call my phone I can’t answer, so I gotta pray sh** I don’t wanna die today f** n***as might just try today But I know I’ll let a [?] Forever in the hell hole Go right beside your head hoe I’m a a**hole to the dissers Tell them haters I say hello –Chorus – Ink– In the ghetto, some got hard on me In the ghetto, only place I feel free In the ghetto, livin’ these ghetto dreams In the ghetto, survive by any means –Verse 2 – T.I.– We live by any means Forever, we gon’ stand for some or fall for anything Whenever we pull up get turnt up Don’t concern unless it plenty green And Hennessy, we blowin’ presidential Kennedy Remember me I had a bomb in da cut Had a Glock on my hip Was trappin’ the police pull up No talkin’ or hoppin’ the fence Fresh outta’ jail gotta open case I’m dodgin’ prison but I’m trappin payin my probation I know my mama wish I focused on my education And I do too, but that ain’t gon’ get us off of Section 8 Know where we stay, no opportunity See what they did to Freddie Gray they’d love to do to me But I can’t let them b**hes play me, nu-uh –Chorus – Ink– In the ghetto, some got hard on me In the ghetto, only place I feel free In the ghetto, livin’ these ghetto dreams In the ghetto, survive by any means –Verse 3 – Wyclef Jean– Ghetto where I come from Slumdog Millionaire slums But we diamonds in the rough, son We keep a 9 for protection, ay And you can never judge me, cuz you never been there In the middle of the night, when the enemies appear Ghetto where we come from Where d**h is not an option, tonight Even though I said someone please call 911 Cops was too late I had no time to wait I’m at another wake Another product face, lord –Chorus – Ink– In the ghetto, some got hard on me In the ghetto, only place I feel free In the ghetto, livin’ these ghetto dreams In the ghetto, survive by any means

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