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i was raised a little young nigga doin' bad shit
Talk much shit, cause i never had shit
I can remember bein' whooped in class
And if i didn't pass momma would whoop my ass
Was it my fault poppa didn't plan it out?
Broke out left me to be the man of the house.
I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
Found a block, got a glock, and i cocked it
Makin g's was my mission
Movin enough of this shit to get my momma out the kitchen
And why must i sock a fella
Just to live large like rockafella
First you didn't give a fuck, but you learnin now
If you don't respect our town, then will burn you down
God dam, it's a mutherfuckin riot
Black people on a rage, police so don't try it
If your not from the town, then don't pass through
Cause some old g, fools might blast you
It ain't right but it's long overdue
We can't have peace, till the niggas get a piece too
I want's so you labeled me a criminal
And if i die, i wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.

I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto
I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto
I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto
I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto


Here on earth
Tell me whats a black life worth
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
And even when you take the shit
Move cowards get a lawyer, you can shake the shit
Ask rodney, natasha, and many more
It's been goin on for years, theres plenty more
When they ask me when will i violence cease?
When your troops stop shootin niggas down in the streets
Niggas had enough, time to make a difference
Bear witness own a whole business
But regard cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet



But we couldn'