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by Shadawn Dec 15, 2005 category : Life, society / about society
On my block All the females think they hot On my block All my homies gettin' shot On my block All my people end up behind bars All because of murder Drugs or stealin' cars I was raised in the ghetto With the ghetto boys and girls I love them so much That I wouldn't trade 'em 4 da world Seeing their child behind bars Could cause a mother pain But it would be her fault 4 shutting them out in the rain Yeah I know my hood is ghetto And yours couldn't be da same Hustlin\' ain't no play toy It's da real game We all gotta survive In these ghetto streets Make sure at all times U be packin' your heat My homies don't go 2 college And they dropped outta school They hand with the crew all day And they think they cool Don't come around here fakin' 'Cause u might end up shot This is how it all goes down Right here on my block