yo me agite it`s no mercy mi titeres q no relajan a la hora de actuar ya tu sabes q no fallan it`s no mercy sin piedad ninguno puerco como ustedes se
So you come from the ghetto don`t mean - you no good ain`t sophisticated like they say you should Years of being told that your bad as bad can be Well
y yo me agite it`s no mercy mi titeres q no relajan a la hora de actuar ya tu sabes q no fallan it`s no mercy sin piedad ninguno puerco como ustedes se
When you get to be my age you'll understand Just know I got love for you And I'll see you up there in the ghetto heaven Cause ghetto heaven gotta be there
on these snitch bitches, protectin riches By givin stitches, the life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto
timers And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto'
being So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto
troublesome [Chorus] Tra la la la la la all ya niggas die [several times] Trouble shit Gutter ways my mentality is ghetto We're guerillas in this criminal
, retired from the life that neva gave me shit, but cash that i couldn't spend, countless cars and adict fo a wife, tmy life as a ghetto star refrain
up in the par, step up in the party sippin' on coke and baca bacardi beat so dope... lord have mercy lord have lord have mercy la dee dee dee deedeedeedee
: Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement, Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent Felt around for the light switch
put him in the mud nigga and your body rot Top closing down on your caskets wanna make these bastards think we got mercy Putting in work since a nigga
short de Hulk, la force de Luke Seul je dois mener ma lutte J?ai hache de guerre, viens pas perquisitionner ma hutte Pont de Sevres est la ruche Si le ghetto
', la queue raide j'suis dans mon bed Rappeur de haut niveau, whisky dans le Gatorade Tirer sur le physio', c'est de ca que le ghetto reve Mon frere,
de vrais metaux, je suis un vrai negro J'ecrivais mes textes dans le metro Les giros a mes fesses dans le retro 9.2. viens per-cho, ghetto millionaire
vais chez le veto? J?ai les couilles en or, j?passe pas les detecteurs de metaux Sans le genie, le sport, l?argent facile, c?etait mon ghetto Jamais je
l?etat de faire l?animal De voir l?animal ghetto canibal Et man man man on braque le mic On s?en bas les couilles (Merci a mr-lloyd pour cettes paroles