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[Chorus - girl singing (Oschino)] 
The sun never shines in the ghetto 
It always rains in the hood 
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto 
Everybody moves 'caine in the hood (everybody move them things) 
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto (to my niggas stay in the ghetto)
It's lots of shine in the ghetto 
Too many haters in the hood (too hard, niggas be hatin) 
Gotta watch what you doin 
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood (Freeway, Young Gunz) 
This for my niggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto (Oschino) 
[Verse One: Oschino] 
Yo we gotta, hollow the gat, bottle the smack 
When the cops pull up we gotta swallow the crack 
All my niggas did time like Geronimo Prep 
See the Benz like damn, what model is that 
Oschino, the nigga who was locked in a cage 
Niggas clockin my style like flavor flave 
Fuck gettin the Source Award, or gettin Five Mics
I'm happy just gettin my daughter a pink bike 
A roof over her head and some Barbie skates 
It's plenty of nights man, I hardly ate 
I'm from where the summers dangerous, the winters is cold 
And bitches pop Van X's like birth control 
I got bitches on death row, stuck with a cell number 
So close to Jesus they got his cell number 
The ghetto is trife, this is my life 
How many rappers you know been down for murder twice? 
[Verse Two: Neef] 
Yo what up wit ch'all niggas 
What it look like? 
Throw it in the pot, see if the shit cook right 
We can get it down, see if it bubble white or brown 
Take it to the town and break my youngin's down 
It's doin good, business is lookin fine 
Get 'em for 20, but maybe 29 
Youngin out on his grind, youngin poppin 'em nine's 
I'm a juvenile delinquent, youngin was doin time 
Cause Judge Reynold's left it up to my mom (what else?) 
And I was thinkin like, damn ain't that crazy? 
But mom duke's can't live without her baaaby 
I'm back home, thrity eight strong, out on my own 
Thinkin, get it wit chrome 
Fuck makin them songs, but my mind right now 
And this rap shit be my grind right now (now...now...) 
[Chorus - girl singing] 
The sun never shines in the ghetto 
It always rains in the hood 
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto 
Everybody moves Cain in the hood 
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto 
It's lots of shine in the ghetto 
Too many haters in the hood 
Gotta watch what you doin 
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood 
This for my niggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto 
[Verse Three: Young Chris] 
You wanna shit on? I'm on your boy like the narc's on 'em 
You ever heard a nigga's lawyer scared to talk for him? 
Creep in the dark on him, the led bark on him 
I'm on his head til the Fed's spread chalk for him 
That's how we do it dawg, these the last days 
Yeah I had my bad days, I been through it ch'all 
But I grew back (grew back) 
Got my groove back (groove back) 
That's how we do in trainin, cockin them two's back 
Same dudes namin', givin up news 
Gettin up on the stand, endin up on the news 
It's fucked up what that pressure'll do 
And you don't wanna fuck up when they questionin you 
Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you 
Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you 
Cris come up outta you, dough that ain't right to do 
Put that dough and get your body viewed 
[Verse Four: Freeway] 
Let me get five for twenty, or seven for thrity 
That shit that you hear in the ghetto 
They don't care in the hood 
Cop four twenties and seven thirties 
Then niggas disappear from the ghetto 
Get snatched from the hood 
Feds grab 'em, and some get put in the dirt 
Some live in grime, good with the work 
Stick up kids get hit with the nine 
But the funeral parlor good with embalming fluid 
Good with the hearst 
Some niggas don't even grind 
But still make a stack every other night, good with the dice 
So it don't even matter, get hungry in the hood 
Miss Low is sharp with the platters, good with the rice 
And her daughter's just like her 
Shootouts, they stash my guns, and I got away good with the knifes 
The end of the nights, stash my ones 
Cause I'm good with the rocks, the smokers good with pipes 
[Chorus]
 
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