a'yo welcome to my ghetto but its all in my mind/
where emotional thugz all carry nines and crimes at an all time high/
churches pearchin amazing grace and mothers blarrin "i believe i can fly"/
thugz live a sinful life, they believe they can die/
in the ghetto where caskets lined up like a buffet line/
where races excluded, like a no smoking sign/
violance on the news but u never hear bout the ghettos/
constant war on the streets with knifes and heavy metals/
one rich fucka dies and everybodys greiven/
but a poor man dies and it keeps the welfare still breathin/
gotta fear the Lord and trust in his mysterious ways/
but how u believe in God we all u fearin is graves

next up...

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"Those who know don't talk,
and those who talk don't know a thing"
-Nas

"I swim but I wish I never learned, the water's too polluted with germs"
-Bradly Nowell

All my real niggaz stand Up.

aight pimpin, ima drop somethin
people need to, jus stop frontin

cuz the lies comin out they damn mouf
isent how we do it in the dirty south

shit gets really, fuckin serious
and dog, i aint delerious

people down here, gettin pistol whipped
or sometimes pissed, people grabbin grips

and when i say grips, i mean the street sweepas
so i'll holla at maussburg, cuz he wants to meetcha

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20

man... iz always about the pain and suffern?

im from a place where niggas walk with there chins up but skip the slums//
seen feinds receive crack and hand over a guns//
even trade//
we out to get paid//
shots get let off and inncoent kids are put in the grave//
niggas out here defently wanna take my soul//
but no time soon of me getting put down in a 72 inch hole//(6 feet deep)
i live for the day i live for my life//
best friends can be back stabbers thats why they stay with a knife//
so be careful who you trust nigga even your fam//
think twice on the ones that dont snap when they give daps with there right hand//
i fuck with big straps nigga ill let em all spray//
bullets rickashaying off walls threw project hallways//
sometimes i see my self parying to saitan//
patiently waiting.....body filling up with frustration//
for niggas who hateing//
on everything you got//
dont talk about the strap lets see if its imaginary or not//
cuz the one streped on my waist its a guarantee that you shot//
yall lil niggas aint as wild as me//
hawk on my belt when i dress is a style to me//
WELCOME TO THE GHETTO...............1

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hey yo im known to play it low//
dont confuse me with these cornballs on the radio//


ima true hustlah you couldnt fit in my shoes//
my pager buzz to much man my hips are bruised//

faMBa$e Bitch ass niggas Bean Town thats how im doing it....enjoy life make money.....death b4 dishonor
trust no body that aint your fam and fuck that you cant even trust them some times i cant even trust myself lil niggas.....1

~In tha-fuckin ghetto the street's are slummed and fucked-up//
~kids lookin for answers through drug's and lookin for shit to "shoot-up//
~Its fucked now whats on a boys christmas list, to find his real dad//
~Only to figure out he's not dead, and ur mom was raped by a black-man//
~Life in da'ghetto is deep-and-slummed-as fuck//
~The ghetto....where most of us live....and grow up.....

Damn,

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good shit everyone, keep it goin

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"Those who know don't talk,
and those who talk don't know a thing"
-Nas

"I swim but I wish I never learned, the water's too polluted with germs"
-Bradly Nowell

All my real niggaz stand Up.

aight dog, ima spit some mo
i jus got done, wit my fire ass hoe

i had that girl, on her knees
i even had her beggin,please o please

she jus wants, to be my hoe
but i jus keep tellin her, helllllllll no

cuz she likes the way, i break my bitchs
loves the way, i leave hatas in stichs

and thas for real, and thas no lie
fuckin off down here, u gonna die

but ima tell u this, jus from the start
we dont fight ova hoes, it jus aint smart

down my way, theres gun play
shot in the head, jam master jay


hahahaha yea i kno thats dick talkin bout jmj like that but....ionno

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20

stay on the topic dawg

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"Those who know don't talk,
and those who talk don't know a thing"
-Nas

"I swim but I wish I never learned, the water's too polluted with germs"
-Bradly Nowell

All my real niggaz stand Up.

playboy its 2 diff topics, see how i blend that shit

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20

Nice Rhymez Ya'll, Keepin Yo' Shitz Real, I Like That...........But You Know I Gotz 2 Drop A Lil Sumthan 4 The Hood, Aight Aight CHECK IT....I Never Grew Up Poor Livin In The Ghetto//I'm From Orlando, We Dont Gotta Struggle n Have 2 Borrow h20//I Had It Good In My Life//I Was Lucky There Was No Pain n Strife//But They Say Everybodys Gotta Get It Good Sumtime So Look Forward To The Afterlife//Thats If Ya Lucky n Dont Get Blasted-Tonight//Nigguhz Wont Hesitate To Shoot On Sight//But F'Real It Aint All Bad In The Slums//Dont Think Every Nigguh Eatin Crumbs//Crap Games, Pimpin n Hustlin Is The Way To Make Da Paper//One Tip...Dont Go Round The Wrong Hood In The Wrong Colorz, They'll Consider You A Hater//If It Comes Down 2 That The Light Iz All You See An I'll ''Catch Ya Later''//I Guess I'ma Hypocrite n Promote Drugs, Cause 4 Me Its All Good In Yo' Hood//All I Do Iz Sell Dope 2 The Fiends But Nigguh You Know Ya Would If You Could!

My Rhymes Was Kinda Wack....But Do Ya'll Get Whut I Waz Trynna Do? ...I Waz Trynna Rap From My Point Ov View..Ya Know? Like...Your The One In The Hood An I'm The Rich Dope Dealer Makin Things Worse In Ya Hood,If Ya'll Understand Me??

y'all dis thread is pretty dope.... for real......its cool dat shotta boy came different way stead toalkin bout crack he came wit wat its like to grow up gd da way we all wanted to. dont let no fools post shit up in here!!Peace

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Make marks on fake hearts with ink pens and stink blends
Yall better think then, have bad hair day with kinked trends
aim at targets lay lame on carpets with shots from my glock
do needlework on feeble jerks got a spool of thread you shocked?
School this head on Hip Hop fool misled and can’t rip shop
In my complex Lex cruise great but use brakes to slow or stop
My car, drop top bazaar apply oils try spoils the squeaks doe

y0o im nice like reeses dude/
i put shells on ya feet like adidas shoes/

im s0o high nigga i stay seein angels/
u think ya game is real nigga u livin a fable/
wen times got hard they said i wasnt able/
i was bustin my ass while yall was watchin ya cable/

i used ta stay huggin da block 24/7/
now my pistols cocked and i doubt im goin ta heaven/

s0o nex time ya hear my name gimme a shout/
cuz im reppin philly nigga peace im out////////

im back one mo gan, to drop some raps
shake shake shake, shootin craps

either dice, or hustlin, we make that bread
call me the baker man, cuz i stay fed

what u gon do boy? i serve up rock
and for them hatas, keep the burna cocked

i told yall doods, yall aint ready
when im holdin the strap, my aim is steady

fiends stealin shit, or diffrent color jackets
wasent u jus askin, bout my target practice?

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20