In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city Look I was raised in in the ghetto, I got payed in the ghetto A lot of gangstas got made in the ghetto A lot of wankstas got, got in the ghetto Got shot in the ghetto but not popped in they metal I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game They use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change Now it's eight years later and I run shit Kiss the ring 'cause now I'm on some dumb shit And I ain't with that kissing ass shit dawg You owe me stacks, don't hold me back I'm backin' heat with the Heatmakers, I can spit it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper You wonder why I never mix and mingle I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single And I don't know about y'all but I'm workin' And I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin' In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers 'Cause in the ghetto, niggaz quick to squabble Everybody unemployed in the ghetto-well fair, health care Shit the game ain't fair, a lot of y'all never come back to the ghetto 'Cause y'all greedy ass fuck Niggaz don't take care of they kids, they'd rather buy a new truck You wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood 'Cause when the D's post up, it's goin' down in the hood It's understood that more paper bring more haters Everybody wanna coach but we need more players In eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city Something is holdin' me back Something is holdin' me back Something is holdin' me back ... © CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING INC; CLOVER G MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com