Tonart: G minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
Oooo, oooo, oooo
Am
For truly, we representing
Em
for the love of this
This is the love story
Am
Yeah this one is dedicated
to all my niggas
Em
in central New Jerusalem
Am
All the brothers that picked up that ring
after I put it down
Em
Took that skater to be in a
lovely wedding while
Am
Poor isis tJ representing the nine
Em
It's like that and you don't stop
Em
running around my brain
Am
True, Ms. Ghetto be like cocaine,
Em
runnin' around your brain
Am
I know some crack slingers,
gang bangers,
and crackin' shankers
Em
The soldier trainers,
teachin' their kids to murder strangers
Am
They live for danger,
they express the dying anger
dreamin' of Lou and Swiss bankers
packin' tri -actions, smiffin' wessons
ladies packin' Sigma 380s
but it's life to ghetto babies
so the streets provide the gravy
Am
I thought that maybe I could show
them that other way
Em
Gee, I've got the nerves,
resurrect through literal birth
teaching niggas of every type
Em
The wrongs and rights,
to put an end to living trite
Am
The black man is God,
the 12 jewel is 13
can make savages out of kings
to live with these niggas is in a rush
so they sell cracks to us
Am
Lust, for what Whitey got, and Whitey has
on pursuits to get cash
Am
To look thrash, to drive in the latest Jags
Em
To rock rags made by Italian fags,
Am
see I never meant to fall
in love with this shit
Em
But Miss Ghetto use a slut
Am
so I'm divorcing you bitch, bust it
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
Em
First chance I get's to bounce,
word life, I'm bouncing
Am
Yo, I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
Em
First chance I get's to bounce,
word love, I'm bouncing
Am
She's like co caine,
running around my
Em
No matter how much lube I get,
I'm staying in the project
running around my
Em
No matter how much lube I get,
I'm staying in the project
Am
Down in my gutter, just like others
These teenage mothers,
Em
they're dyin' brothers
Shootin' now with one another,
For sisters to call him daddy,
Stories unheard by Dear Abby,
Am
they dressin' flashy
Can't be caught in fatigue khakis
Em
They rockin' Coogee, Vistachi,
and Cold Goose G
Am
These brothers do it for the
love of the light
But I refuse to fall twice
Em
and take Moschetto to white
Am
I used to sex or bust my nut,
get my cash real fast
Em
But death was all that she produced,
I felt my life wouldn't matter
Am
We used to go to New York,
traffic drugs of all sorts
Em
Windkiller became sport,
street life became short
Am
I thought, are we junkies like these bass heads,
yo?
Em
They addicted to the crack
while we addicted to dope
Am
But truly, I never meant
to fall in love with this shit
Em
But Miss Ghetto uses slut,
so I'm divorcing you, bitch
Am
Boss it, I ain't marrying
Miss Ghetto again
Em
First chance, I guess the vows were love,
I'm bouncin'
Am
Yo, I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
Em
First chance, I guess the vows were life,
I'm bouncin'
Em
runnin' around in my brain
Em
runnin' around in my brain
Am
There go some niggas
that I used to run with
Em
Still on that crack and gun shit
Am
In this pursuit to rush it, bust it
Misketo got him strung out
on a bootang cream
Em
That tells the bootang fiends
we're slayin' cocaine
Am
Dig it, we used to do the
bumper crack for the sex
Em
While makin' love to the Jets
Misketo, Steelo, Complex,
No matter where my life went
Em
Let's get on my new wife
when she made it more excitin', fightin'
Am
Shootin' out, doin' all type dirt
Em
B and E's, C and G's,
puttin' in the work, word
Am
We used to keep a sister's
underwear laced
Em
With ganja and freebase
and boat juice to parlay
Am
Flip, me and my niggas ran the strip,
pushin' dip
Em
Black caps and plastics,
fuckin' the minds of black kids
Am
Till one day, I was confronted
by this wise old chap
Em
He said, I know you sell crack,
but what you out to kill blacks?
Am
wasn't tryin' to hear him,
my excuse or the weak
Em
I said that we gotta eat,
that's why we runnin' these streets
Am
And he said, don't you know that
Whitey give you that coke?
Em
Now bullshit, pursue the plush
that got you killin' your foe
Am
Like, I didn't understand
that shit back then
so I refuse to roll with Whitey again
Am
Buss it, I ain't marryin'
Ms. Ghetto again
First chance I gets to bounce
Em
where life a -bouncin', niggas
Am
I ain't marryin' Ms. Ghetto again
Em
First chance I gets to bounce
where love a -bouncin', yo
Am
I ain't marryin' Ms. Ghetto again
Em
First chance I gets to bounce
where life a -bouncin', yo
Am
I ain't marryin' Ms. Ghetto again
Em
First chance I get, step out,
swirl up, I'm bouncin'
runnin' around my
Em
No matter how much look at it,
I'm stayin' in the project
runnin' around my
Em
No matter how much you look at it,
I'm stayin' in the project
Am
See girl, you like cocaine,
Em
fuckin' with my brain
Am
You know, you like co caine,
Em
runnin' around my brain
Em
For the love of this
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