| Welcome to the ghetto radio
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| Where the people be living kinda low
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| So you better not slow
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| Or ya might catch the B-O
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| These are the people in my neighbourhood
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| These are the people in my hood
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| These are the people in my neighbourhood
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| And most of them are up to no good
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| Let’s take a walk through my hood
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| Where that phrase «it's all good»
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| Don’t apply, although I wish it could
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| In thickness the shit is real
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| Come and get a feel of the raw deals
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| See that nigga running with the steel?
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| His name is KK and back in the day
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| He was a star running-back
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| Plus he ran track
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| He could’ve been the next Walter Payton
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| But wait an' watch him go and stick that lady up and start skatin'
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| And see that sister with the weave down her back?
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| That’s Priscilla, she be drinkin' Miller by the pack
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| Her brother’s name is June but he caught a slug in his spine right here
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| Now he rolls a wheelchair
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| And there’s Mrs Robinson («aight, you?»)
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| That’s my man mom, she make the slam beef stew
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| And there go Joe Slim who wears a green brim
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| And drives a green Cadillac with a spare on the back
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| And that there’s Zak, who’s the crack maniac
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| He’ll put a gun to your head just to get his habits fed
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| And there’s Betty-May, who come out every day
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| In Houser shoes and Golas
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| Pushing her babies in the strollers
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| There go Petey who be all in the books
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| A’s in every class, never had a piece o' ass
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| Then we got the twins who drive the same Benz
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| And got the same 10s and 20s in their pockets and their skins
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| Be sweatin' em, 'cause they know they got the double mint
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| And not the kind you chew, but I think you kinda knew
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| That’s Tina Parker, much darker than her sis
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| That’s because her moms is a fuckin' snake, hiss
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| Nobody in the family is dark except she
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| And the UPS man with the long delivery
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| And Jesse, he’s the neighbourhood Cinderella
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| And when the fella be walkin' you can tell a
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| Whole lotta sugar’s in his core
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| Feed the soft, he be hittin' off
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| He heads fresh home from up North
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| Gee, that’s Mr Johnson, and that’s Ms Thompson
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| Both of them are married, but not to each other
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| Watch how they smother each other
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| With kisses, hugs, feels, and squeezes
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| Oh my sweet Jesus!
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| These are the people from the Get Ready-o
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| In other words the Ghetto
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| Crema muletto
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| It’s much worse than it looks and so is my hood
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| When 'nuff folks is up to no good
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| These are the people in my neighbourhood
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| These are the people in my hood
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| These are the people in my neighbourhood
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| And most of them are up to no good
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| These are the people in my neighbourhood
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| These are the people in my hood
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| These are the people in my neighbourhood
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| And most of them are up to no good
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| Just lookin' outta the window, I’m spyin'
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| Wit' my eye an' the odds’re see niggas dyin'
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| Like Jimmy Jones when they get two chocolate cones
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| But all shorty got was a few broken bones
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| 'Cause he wanted to eat too quick
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| And stepped out in the street too quick
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| And got hit by this chick named Anna Cruz
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| Who drinks so many brews
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| She couldn’t walk straight or talk straight and made the news
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| Like Tamitha Smith, who used to like The Smiths
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| And getting mad loaded 'til her fuckin' heart exploded
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| Damn, a cardiac arrest at 16
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| But let me speak a bit about some more shit I seen
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| They found a little girl in building number four
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| Who had her panties to her ankles and her blood on the floor
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| Maybe it’s because I’m nosey but I sho' see
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| A whole lotta shit takin' place in my face
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| That’s Mr Jackson who grabbed his axe an'
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| Gave chase to a basehead who broke into his shed
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| And when they caught 'im, he taught 'im
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| A very valuable education
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| Split his wig no hesitation
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| Ten thousand bullets, five thousand guns
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| Five thousand triggers, one thousand sons
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| Eight hundred mothers, ten million tears
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| Twelve hundred caskets, four million beers
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| Poured on the ground for the individuals that didn’t make it
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| I don’t think that I can take it
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| 'Cause nowadays folks be livin' like the dreads on Medusa
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| It’s kinda hard to get used ta
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| These are the people in my neighbourhood
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| These are the people in my hood
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| These are the people in my neighbourhood
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| And most of them are up to no good
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| These are the people in my neighbourhood
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| These are the people in my hood
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| These are the people in my neighbourhood
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| And most of them are up to no good |