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[Master P]
I`m visualizing studios with forty eight tracks
Ghettos and hoods and economies and cutbacks
Riase your guns up high if your fearing debt
Fuck the police they smoke them like a cigarette
Must have been a fucking organ donor
Because they left him in the projects to die with his eyes open
Oh god don`t take my only dog
But them niggas drove up like a fucking hog
Some chase, a nigga ran him through the hood
Eighteen shots left my homie in some pine wood
Another end in dope game battle with a gat
Rat-a-tat-tat nigga who gonna be next?
So smile for my homie, Rando
To many niggas out here get caught up in scandals
I`m living like a rat trying to get some cheese
But 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 smile
Bullets to your face
Them niggas you grew with, and bang with saw you take your last fucking mile
I`m hugging your only child with your strap by my side
Murder in my eyes, no time to cry, somebody gots to die
The night you left I said my prayers for the last time
God forgive me, before I leave this world I`m taking somebody with me
These niggas don`t give a fuck about me or you
That`s why I snatch my fucking shirt off and show you that I`m TRU
You told me be a soldier to the end, I can`t pretend
In my sleep I see my cousins eyes, why he have to die?
Six g`s by his side now we gotta ride
I hope I make it out this ghetto to that other side