[ Featuring Jay Rush ]
They say I'm ghetto, but I don't give a damn
It's the way that I was raised
It all started bein' exposed to the game
Running the streets is how I lived
Some ask me questions
Was I really raised this way
Ghetto born, ghetto bred, ghetto saved, ghetto...
Tell me why, it's so hard to keep it real
Where I stay's a battle field
Either kill or be killed
Another day in my hood
Is there any way out of this ghetto
Sometimes I might often cry
I look up and I ask Him why
These streets 'aint gon' never change
To this hustlin' I'm a slave
Seems like the only way to feed my famlay
They say I'm gangster
'Cause I where my pants to sag
And we're dangerous if you ever get us mad
Is there any other way, to get away from where we stay
See I'm tellin' you the truth
'Cause I'm livin' in the proof, yeah
Every mistake is a lesson learned
Play with fire and get burned
.45 on my side, tears in my eyes
Somebody said lets ride
Aim first, shoot to kill
It's not a game the streets are real
It's not the way it's supposed to be
But that's the way it was given to me, yeah
Another day in my hood
Is there any way out of this ghetto
Sometimes I might often cry
I look up and I ask Him why
These streets 'aint gon' never change
To this hustlin' I'm a slave
Seems like the only way to feed my famlay
Another day in my hood
Is there any way out of this ghetto
Sometimes I might often cry
I look up and I ask Him why
These streets 'aint gon' never change
To this hustlin' I'm a slave
Seems like the only way to feed my famlay
Another day in my hood
Is there any way out of this ghetto
Sometimes I might often cry
I look up and I ask Him why
These streets 'aint gon' never change
To this hustlin' I'm a slave
Seems like the only way to feed my famlay
