C-murder - Ghetto Ties Lyrics
(c-murder)Say magnolia, gateway broIt seems like they dont want a young nigga to get richLike we aint supposed to leave the ghettoI know we tied to the ghetto, but uhh lifes a *****You know, we was dealt some bad cardsBut you know, we gotta deal with itLifes hard, so lets show em what we made ofMy gateway to hell seems like its constantly openThe reaper is callin, so Im constantly smokingC-murder aint gonna die in vainMy ghetto ties got me living my life in painSee the world knows, we gonna be thugs foreverYou can take me out the ghetto, but you cant make it betterSee the status of your money done changedBut the status of your danger remains the sameI need to clear my head of these evil thoughtsAnd teach magnolia and gateway the shit I was taughtTake a ride with me nigga to eternityAnd watch me live to see another centuryLifes a *****, who do you trustI put my fate in my glock, cause I know its gonna bustI used to think the hood was coolBut my ghetto ties keep me checking in my rearviewHookWho do you trust, my ghetto ties got me tripping, and lifes a *****They cant stand to see a young nigga get richI was dealt some bad cardsBecame a thug with no love cause lifes hard (who do you trust)(soulja slim)Lord you showed me, even dealt me these cards, I gots to play emMy life is like a game, Im up from a.m. to a.m.Why dont I ak him if he dont have none of my paperMan if I let him live then he might take me for a fakerHe might try to do a jack, and that might cost me my lifeIf you ever jack this real nigga, youd besta kill me or pay the priceI aint nothing nice, behind the street machine tell me what you seeA tall nigga bout 64, last left the murder sceneDisguising in army greenWith infer beams on something, kinda gun niggaFool one nigga didnt runMy niggas went on and tore up his mother*****ing ass with the bit fastLike witness that, murder in the first degreeMy ghetto ties *****ing round with me, dont do thatHook(da hound)How many times, a nigga seen a family nut upAnd the momma was cut up, yeah I see now but later on Im a be senileBut see how us niggas get caught up, quick to go in the waterNiggas steady vanishing away like saw dustIm feeling that ease, Im full of them weeds and them fleasTwo 23s, nikes and reeboks let the window down and feel the breezeMy cousin d, my nigga joned in the backseat thuggin off the romeAnd to the z, thinking about the lives we gonna freeI tell him nigga please (nigga please)Soon as we drove up, *****ing door was bout to close upI knocked on the door, nigga hold up, you didnt see us roll upI forced my way in, I put seven up to his thoughtsNo time for thinking is what Im thinkingKilled the *****, wouldnt finish shakingI went to the kitchen, Im flipping pans, pots, and spoons outHeard four knocks, sounded like four shots, coming from the other roomIts about that time now, for us hounds to get gone outGot the dilli, quarter milli, went to the next roomJhon jones was in the zoneI saw my cousin navier, eyes bucking out his headNigga bleeding from the mouth, he shaking, hes on his way outBy this time, I took two hits from behindMy nigga john looked in my eyes and said nigga you ready to dieDamn, nigga whyHook
