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Viewing Lyrics for Children of the Ghetto:
| | | Artist: | South Park Mexican |
| | Album: | Hillwood | | Track: | Children of the Ghetto | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 1 | | | | Lyrics: | Chorus [Singer & SPM]:
Children of the ghettooo, hold on
They got me runnin'
through my ghetto
First Verse:
They got me runnin' through my ghetto in a
cold sweat,
I just can't look back, sticks got your boy wet,
Checkin' alleys for my
homies, race pass the bayou,
Why those five oh's kickin' down my doors?
Run up in a
smokehouse, it's dark as what,
But I spot'em in tha corners when they lighters
struck,
Glass pipes look like neon lights, but in the fire,
Lie a child of the Lord with a
poisonous desire,
Die a "G" tryin' to make change, when I approach'em,
Even though I got a
great range, I won't smoke'em,
I reminisce on the happy times, we spent together,
J.R.
High goin' half on dimes and like a feather,
We was floatin' in the wind fool, steady
laughin',
Til' the day somebody killed you and got me askin'
Chorus
(4x)
Second Verse:
They tryin' to silence the violence and minus the
menace,
But I'm in this to win this tryin' to break a Guieness,
Business as usual, it's
unpredictable,
Critical changes deranges the typical,
I terrorize, paralyze your
intentions,
Questions answered on the day of my redemptions,
The lynchings, Smith And
Wessons, lessons,
To be taught on the Block of Rock I mention,
Critical dimensions, yes I
rest with my Hyna in the shiny sun,
Gotta blunt, I'm tryin' to find me one,
Life dream,
thirteen be me number,
On tha right team, Sureest as a youngster,
Live a G-role, actin' a
hero, will get'cha below,
I'll be facin' Ito, but you got your life Repo'ed
Chorus
(4x)
3rd Verse:
I got incredible criminals in my subliminal,
Minimal
actions and tactics can't stop my cynical,
Passion I'm blastin', trashin' the
evidence,
Ever since birth, I'm ripped out of innocence,
Isn't this beautiful? The
undisputible,
G fits me suitable, won't hesitate to shoot a fool,
Up and advance, catch a
blast, can you dance?
Like a trick shakin' ass in the back of an ambulance,
In a trance of
confusion, havin' illusions,
Of mental institutions bein' my solution,
Who's in my nutty
head, wantin' everybody dead?
Red Rum feel the lead, Come through your bunk bed,
Now Mom
said I could reach the sky if I try,
My soul is a lost one,
I'm sleep wakin' with a mutha
shotgun,
I gotta pop one
Chorus (4x | | | |
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