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Текст песни Mr. Serv-On - Tryin` to Make It Out da Ghetto

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[Master P]I`m visualizing studios with forty-eight tracksGhettos and hoods and economies and cutbacksRiase your guns up high if your fearing debtFuck the police, they smoke them like a cigaretteMust have been a fucking organ donorBecause they left him in the projects to die with his eyes openOh god, don`t take my only dogBut them niggas drove up like a fucking hogSome chase, a nigga ran him through the hoodEighteen shots left my homie in some pine woodAnother end in dope game battle with a gatRat-a-tat-tat nigga who gonna be next?So smile for my homie, RandoTo many niggas out here get caught up in scandalsI`m living like a rat trying to get some cheeseBut I`m getting on my knees cause god don`t let it be me next[Chorus]Tryin to make it out this ghetto, uhhhhhhhhhh (4X)[Mr. Serv-On]Twenty-four seconds till your last smileBullets to your faceThem niggas you grew with, and bang with saw you take your last fucking mileI`m hugging your only child with your strap by my sideMurder in my eyes, no time to cry, somebody gots to dieThe night you left I said my prayers for the last timeGod forgive me, before I leave this world I`m taking somebody with meThese niggas don`t give a fuck about me or youThat`s why I snatch my fucking shirt off and show you that I`m TRUYou told me be a soldier to the end, I can`t pretendIn my sleep I see my cousins eyes, why he have to die?Six g`s by his side now we gotta rideI hope I make it out this ghetto to that other sideChorus 4X[Mac]All I can say is why two times at night I cryWe live and die, maybe it was stress I was driven byI done seen some funerals in my short stayOn planet Earth, we live on this white chalkwayThis life is streets feenin, the type of shit you witness on CNNMe and my niggas seen it at first handAnd even worse man it`s niggas I knowThat this life was beautiful place and all my soldiers trying to goBut I`m too young, you gotta be at least twenty-oneI know some youngsters, who creppin` now it must have been funCause none of them returned, forever fly, or forever burnedFools concerned with the way we learn in these streetsLord forgive us, the blood flows like the Mississippi RiverThat homocide was what took him with usI`m on the corner strapped up waiting for the devilAnd if I die, I still make it out the ghettoChorus 3X

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Tryin` to Make It Out da Ghetto

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