i wonder where my life would be if i... had that paper
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im just a ghetto boy
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a lil' ghetto boy
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[verse 1]
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they tell me its like the money pow'' money and power
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why can't this world rotate without this money and power
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if i had money
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i'd keep my peoples outta poverty
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cuz aint no more starvin when ya'll around me... shit
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this world ain't gotta be me
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and every playa got paper
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shinin like a super star wit matchin minks and gators
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keepin our family off this poor table
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cuz aint no food on it
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and every crap up in this bucket gotta move on it
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(im just a ghetto boy) livin in this ghetto world
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stayin wit this ghetto chick
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hopin to have a ghetto girl
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and after all there aint no spaces for that
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how can we live up in this world where d'aint no place for the blacks
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cuz every dollar gotta dream behind it
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we seem to be blinded
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Malcom X he had the dream to remind us... believe me
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havin money could have this world fucked up
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but it can't answer your prayers when u get down on your luck
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[chorus]
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i wonder where my life would be if i, had that paper
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im just a ghetto boy
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a Lil' Ghetto Boy
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now if i lived on top of the world
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shinin like diamonds and pearls
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im still a ghetto boy
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a Lil' Ghetto Boy
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[verse 2]
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i done lived my life up in the, ghetto
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momma workin hours
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tryina feed a family
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daddy's in and out
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takin baths with broken showers
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next door neighbor gave us the vapors
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callin cops cuz we on the block
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breakin they home on some bogus capers
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but i never thought that it would affect me later
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until i seen the hustle where niggas ridin stretched navigators
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better now then later i should come up
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cuz i seen my homie one the block slangin rocks and then the spot get gun up
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i never visioned it'd be homicide
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because they told me he'll live
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thats what they told me when my homie Boosie died
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could all these millions bring my nigga back?
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could all these millions feed children
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could all these millions make my spirit fat
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would all my friends become my enemy
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would my family become astonished
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when my strengths becomes the enemy?
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is this pretend to be
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a vivid a magically
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a vivid a magically
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i wonder
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[chorus]
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back in the days when i was poor, im not poor anymore.
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but some days i sit and wish that i was poors again[x2]
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I remember when I stole deep
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When it was cold outside
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Sellin' packs and holdin' heat
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Run up and I fold in the street
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Penitentiary moldin' me
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And the city of the coldest thugs
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I wonder will I come up? Get gunned up?
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Turned up? Or anotha' sta-tistic
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And my mama just goin', ball-istic
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Realistic-ally, don't wanna do the caper
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But I gotta get the paper, niggas ballin'
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Cook county judge is callin'
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And the lawyer keep stallin'
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Why my niggas keep fallin', victim
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To the same old theory?
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Another bad outcome, leavin' mothers just out-done
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Then it suddenly just sinked in
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That my nigga just died last weekend, tears rollin'
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And I'm goin' off the deep end
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But I gotta stay stong, for the mothers and the kids
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Just standin' there lookin' at the chalk line
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In his hand was a cocked nine
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Now should I walk a straight line?
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Cause "Time After Time"
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I just wanna rewind, and talk to you
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At the grave site, gave it to 'em every day and night
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But it's alright, and I really wanna talk to you
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I really wanna talk to you (Just really wanna talk to you)
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Wassup junior, I've been waitin' to say this for a long time
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I love you nigga, and I miss you (Johnny P: Ohhh, ohhh yea, ohh-oh)
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[chorus]
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Lil Ghetto Boy
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| Do Or Die |
