[C-Murder]
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You know I just got outta jail and everything
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and I'm trying to change my life for the better
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You know I got kids to feed but I got a question you know
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Where do I go from here?
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Chorus [Sons of Funk]
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Tell me where do we go from here?
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Tell me why must I shed my tears?
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The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
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I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
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Tell me where do we go from here?
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Tell me why must I shed my tears?
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The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
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I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
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[C-Murder]
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So many rainy days and gun sprays, I'm hearing AK's out my window
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Close my shades, let me blaze on this indo
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My situation getting sticky, life is green
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I mean I'm 19, and my momma is a dope fiend
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And I think about all the hard times we had
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No dad, no time shared, the buster never cared
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A little bastard child, going wild,
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Another victim of a broken home, my TRU friend was the chrome
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And if it wasn't for bad, I had no luck at all
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I represented my hood, I sprayed my name on the wall
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Fresh outta jail, and I'm here to see the sun rise another year
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But tell me where do we go from here
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Chorus [Sons of Funk]
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Tell me where do we go from here?
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Tell me why must I shed my tears?
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The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
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I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
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Tell me where do we go from here?
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Tell me why must I shed my tears?
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The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
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I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
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[Mac]
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The ghetto is hot, it's dark, and most of all it's a prison
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Most of my niggas serve life sentences, only the few is risen
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I made it out the hood but my people still there
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Some of them dead, strung out, up in they wheelchair
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I still care from a distance
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and I know that any day could lead me back to that crimey insistance
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I tell the kids be persistent, when they follow they dreams
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Ain't no telling what tommorrow brings
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Ain't no time to be wasting, you wanna be a doctor or the patient?
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Hesitation can lead to expiration, only God can predict it,
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Where do we go from here, snorting powder, drinking beer
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Smokin' crack, killin' our peers, I shed tears
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Chorus [Sons of Funk]
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Tell me where do we go from here?
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Tell me why must I shed my tears?
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The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
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I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
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Tell me where do we go from here?
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Tell me why must I shed my tears?
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The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
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I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
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[Silkk]
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Where do we go from here, after we all gone
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and where do we go after we ain't got no place to call home
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Hell I'm just glad to be breathing
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?? like I was the projects for a reason
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Shit, tell my niggas we gotta live, and some gotta give
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Y'all gotta rise above this shit, and turn negatives into positive
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Yeah I struggled, but I'ma hustler, and that's self explanatory
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So if I die trying, the hood can just tell y'all my story
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Niggas seen killings and drug dealings,
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imagine we'd dream through it all
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Old ladies ?? through the window, I guess she done seen it all
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It's up to you, cause nobody seems to jam with us
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We struggled to long at the bottom, nowhere else to go but up
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Chorus [Sons of Funk]
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Tell me where do we go from here?
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Tell me why must I shed my tears?
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The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
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I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
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Tell me where do we go from here?
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Tell me why must I shed my tears?
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The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
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I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
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Where Do We Go
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C-Murder |