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| Song Title: | Ghetto Ties |
| Artist: | C-Murder Find C-Murder on Ebay Records and Ebay CD's |
| Hits (Month): | 11 |
| Hits (Total): | 50 |
| Lyrics: |
[C-Murder]
Huh say man you know who get ready bro it seems like they dont want a young nigga to get rich make money like we aint supposed to leave the ghetto but uh I aint trippin lifes a bitch you know we was dealt some bad cards but you know we gotta deal with it lifes hard so lets show em show em show em whats up My gate way tuh hell seems like its constantly open the reaper is callen so Im constantly smokin C-Murder aint gonna die in vein my ghetto ties got me livin my life in pain see the world knows we gonna be thugs forever you can take me out the ghetto but you cant make it better see the status of your money done changed but the status of your danger remains the same I need to clear my head of these evil thoughts and teach magnolian gateway the shit I was taught take a ride wit me nigga to eternity and watch you live tuh see anotha century lifes a bitch who do you trust i put my faith in my glock cause I know its gone bust I used to think the hood was cool but my ghetto ties keep my checkin in my rearveiw [Chorus] Who do you trust? My ghetto ties got me trippin and lifes a bitch they cant stand to see a young nigga get rich I was thrust some bad cards became a thug with no love cause lifes hard who do you trust? My ghetto ties got me trippin and lifes a bitch they cant stand to see a young nigga get rich I was thrust some bad cards became a thug with no love cause lifes hard [Soulja Slim] Lord control me you know me these cards I got to play em my life is like a game Im up from a.m. to a.m. my donner AK hem him if he dont have none of my paper man if I let him live he might take me for a faker he might try to do a jack and that might cost me my life if you ever jack its real nigga you best kill me or pay the price aint nuttin I aint fallen behind no street machine tell me what you seen then tell a nigga about some stoned ass left the murder scene disguised in army green with a infra beam own self tryin tuh gum nigga run as soon as he heard the blast fool one he didnt run tore his ass up with a quick fast sight witness that murda the first degree my ghetto ties fuckin round wit me dont do that [Chorus x 2] [Da Hound] How many times have you seen a family nut up and the mom was cut up I see now but later on Im gonna be seein now but see how us niggas get caught up quick to go underwater niggas take advantage of the way life sold us Im full of that freeze im fulla them weeds and them v's 2 23s 90 degrees Ileft them windows down to feel the breeze my cousin B and me and john in the back seat drinkin off brome and to the z thinkin bout the lives we gonna free now tell a nigga please soon as we drove up fuckin doe was about to close up knocked on the doe nigga hold up you didnt see us rool up I forced my way in I put my seven to his stars no time for thankin is what Im thankin kill a bitch what you fittin tuh say I went to the kitchen Im flippin pans and pots and spoons I heard foe glocks sounded like foe shots commin from the other room its bout that time for us hounds to get gonna get the dilly for a milly went to the next room john jones was in the zone its over I come to lay ya eyes buggin out his head nigga bleedin from the mouth hes shakin hes on his way out but its time I took two from behind looked john at the eyes and said nigga you ready tuh die damn nigga why [Chorus til end] |