- Miss Ghetto 歌詞 Poor Righteous Teachers
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- Yo for truly
We representing for the love of this (this is a love story)
Yeah, This one is dedicated to all my nxggas in central New Jerusalem.
All the brothers who picked up that ring after I put it down
And took Miss Ghetto to be their unlawfully wedded wives
You know what I'm saying
Poor Righteous Teachers representing the nine
It's like that and you don't stop
She like c0caine, running around my brain (true!)
Miss Ghetto be like c0caine, running around your brain
I know some crack slangers
Gangbangers and cracker shankers
They soldier-trainers, teaching their kids to murder strangers
They live for danger, they express the 'dying anger'
Miss Ghetto got 'em dreaming of loot and Swiss bankers
The finest weapons, packing tri-action Smith and Wesson's
Unlike the 80s, ladies packing sigma 380s
The shxt is crazy, but it's life to ghetto babies
They gotta eat, so the streets provide the gravy
I thought I maybe, I could show 'em the other way G
Of Gods and Earths, resurrected through mental birth
From death to life, teaching nxggas of every type
The wrongs and rights, to put an end to living trife
The black man is God, the 12th jewel is thirteen
The pursuit of it can make savages out of kings
Cause blush, to live with these nxggas is in a rush
In God they trust, so they sell crack to us
Lust for what whitey got and whitey has
Can see your ass on pursuit to get cash
To look thrash, to driving the latest jags
To rock rags made by Italian fags
See, I never meant to fall in love with this shxt
But Miss Ghetto you's a slut so I'm divorcing you bxtch, bust it
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing
Yo , I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing
She's like c0caine running around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects)
She's like c0caine running around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects)
Down in my gutter, just like others there's teenage mothers
The dying brothers, shooting out with one another
They wanted badly, for sisters to call them Daddy
To drive a Caddy, stories unheard by Dear Abby
They're dressing flashy can't be caught in fatigue khakis
They're rocking Coogi, Versace and cold boots G
These brothers do it for the love of the life
But I refuse to fall twice and take Miss Ghetto to wife
I used to ** * her, bust my nut, get my cash real fast
But that was all that she produced, I felt my life wouldn't last
We used to go to New York, traffic guns of all sort
When killing became sport street life became short
I thought, 'Are we junkies like these baseheads, yo
They addicted to the crack while we addicted to dough'
For truly, I never meant to fall in love with this shxt
But Miss Ghetto you's a slut so I'm divorcing you bxtch, bust it
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing
Yo, I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing
She's like c0caine running around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects)
She's like c0caine running around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects)
See, there go some nxggas that I used to roll with
Still on that crack and gun shxt
Endless pursuit to run shxt, bust it
Miss Ghetto got 'em strung out on the putang cream
That does up Wu-Tang fiends
For slinging c0caine, dig it
We used to do the bumper crack for the ***
While making love to the checks
Miss Ghetto's steelo complex
Living trifling, no matter where my life went
Miss Ghetto, my new wife, went she made it more exciting
Fighting, shooting out, doing all type dirt
Being these, seeing G's putting in that work
Word, we used to keep a sisters underwear laced
With ganja and freebase and bo juice to parlay, flip!
Me and my nxggas ran the strip pushing dip
Black cats and plastics, fxcking the minds of black kids
Till one day, I was confronted by this wise old chap
He said, 'I know you sell crack but what you out to kill blacks?'
I wasn 't trying to hear it, my excuse sorta weak
I said that we gotta eat, that's why we running these streets
Then he said, 'Don't you know that whitey give you that coke
That bullshxt pursuit of plush that got you killing your folks?'
Life, I didn't understand that shxt back then
But now I do so I refuse to roll with whitey again, bust it
I ain' t marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing, nxggas
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing, yo
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing, yo
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing
She's like c0caine running around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects )
She's like c0caine running around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects)
See girls, you like c0caine, fxcking with my brain
You know, you like c0caine, running around my brain
For the love of this...
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