(C-Murder)
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Say Magnolia, Gateway bro
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It seems like they don't want a young nigga to get rich
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Like we ain't supposed to leave the ghetto
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I know we tied to the ghetto, but uh, I ain't trippin life's a bitch
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You know, we was dealt some bad cards
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But you know, we gotta deal with it
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Life's hard, so lets show 'em what we made of, let's show 'em a lil som'n
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My gateway to hell seems like its constantly open
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The reaper is callin', so I'm constantly smokin
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C-Murder ain't gonna die in vain
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My ghetto ties got me livin my life in pain
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See the world knows, we gon' be thugs forever
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You can take me out the ghetto, but you can't make it better
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See the status of your money done changed
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But the status of your danger remains the same
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I need to clear my head of these evil thoughts
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And teach Magnolia and Gateway the shit I was taught
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Take a ride with me nigga, to eternity
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And watch youu live to see another century
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Life's a bitch, who do you trust
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I put my fate in my glock, cause I know it's gonna bust
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I used to think the hood was cool
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But my ghetto ties keep me checkin in my rearview
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hook
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Who do you trust, my ghetto ties got me tripping, and life's a bitch
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They can't stand to see a young nigga get rich (Who do you trust)
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I was dealt some bad cards
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Became a thug with no love 'cause life's hard (Who do you trust)
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(Soulja Slim)
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Lord you showed me, you dun dealt me these cards, I gots to play em'
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My life is like a game, I'm up from a.m. to a.m.
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Why don't I AK him if he don't have none of my paper
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Man if I let him live then he might take me for a faker
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He might try to do a jack and that might cost me my life
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If you ever jack this real nigga, you'd besta kill me or pay the price
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I ain't nothing nice behind the street machine, tell me what you seen
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A tall nigga bout 6'4", last left the murder scene disguised in army green
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With a infra beam on some kinda gun, make a nigga run soon as he hear the blast
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Fool one nigga didn't run
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My niggas bullets tore up his motherfucking ass with the quick fast
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Like witness that, murder in the first degree
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My ghetto ties fuckin 'round with me, don't do dat
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hook
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(Da Hound)
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How many times, a nigga seen a family nut up
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And the momma was cut up, yeah, I see now but later on I'ma be senile
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But see how us niggas get caught up, quick to go in the water
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Niggas steady vanishing away like saw dust
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I'm feelin at ease, I'm full of them weeds and them fleas
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Two 23's, ninety degrees, I let the window down and feel the breeze
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My cousin D, my nigga joned in the backseat thuggin' off the rome
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And to the Z, thinking about the lives we gon' free
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I tell him nigga please (nigga please)
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Soon as we drove up, fuckin door was bout to close up
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I knocked on the door, nigga hold up, you didn't see us roll up
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I forced my way in, I put seven up to his thoughts
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No time for thinking is what I'm thinking
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Killed the bitch, wouldn't finish shaking
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I went to the kitchen, I'm flipping pans, pots, and spoons out
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Heard four knocks, sounded like four shots, coming from the other room
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It's about that time now, for us hounds to get gone out
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Got the dilli, quarter milli, went to the next room
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John Jones was in the zone
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My cousin lay der, eyes bucking out his head
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Nigga bleeding from the mouth, he shaking, he's on his way out (he's on his way out)
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By this time, I took two hits from behind
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My nigga John looked in my eyes and said nigga you ready to die
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Damn, nigga why
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hook
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Ghetto Ties
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C-Murder |