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[ad-libs] Yeah... another day.. Another motherfuckin` dollar.. But look, nigga... It`s how we do Livin` in the ghetto, ooh, ooh [chorus] Livin` life up on the corner Slangin` rocks and smokin` weed From a eightball to a G Worked my way to a ki All I can try to do is hold on Caught up in the struggle Seems the only way to be Never gone find no peace Till the day they bury me All I can try to do is be strong [verse one] And nigga, you can find me Hangin` up on the corner Or layin` up in the cut Tryin` to get my motherfuckin` money right My hammer right beside me And I really don`t give a fuck If somebody gotta die tonight Cause look... nigga, my pocket full of stones Is everything I own And this is all I do, all I do A nigga straight hustlin` everyday to get through, get through [chorus] [verse two] Gotta be on the lookout for them stick-up boys Cause when they come They be straight hemmin` niggas up And it really all about takin` that money, man If they catch me, they betta kill me Ain`t comin` out like no punk Shit, can`t let no nigga take nothin` from me, man Cause look, yo... they steppin` in my zone And infiltratin` my home And what the fuck would you do? If a nigga straight... took ya cake And tried to break you, break you [chorus] [bridge] I wish that I could let it go How we in the struggle and hustlin` just to make it out the ghetto I wish that I could let it go I wish that we ain`t have to be so canivin` just to make it out the ghetto I wish that I could let it go How my niggas in the pen doin` time just to make it out the ghetto I wish that I could let it go I wish that genocide wasn`t survivin` just to make it out the ghetto [verse three] Everyday is just weed, rocks, and pistols, cops comin` to git you When niggas that wanna put you on shirts readin`, "We Miss You" Everything I been through, nothin` but issues Tired of goin` to funerals and passin` moms the tissue Getcha prayer in ya life, it`s hard to listen When there ain`t nothin` fair in ya life It`s God that`s missin`, that`s what they be tellin` me And I try to wait but He be takin` so long I`ll probably catch another felony, inhalin` weed Keepin` me broke, though, I slangs my coke I probably push less weight than the trees I smoke And ain`t no hope for tomorrow, hot, heavy wit sorrow Cause my peers bring tears from findin` em full of hollows I know you probably goin` through the same thang The same pain, cause we caught up in the same game And don`t a damn thang change, nigga, bump this song Cause you strong and you ain`t alone, nigga... just try to hold on
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