The Ghetto Turned Me
Title | The Ghetto Turned Me |
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Artist | AP. 9 |
Album | Headshotz |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: AP. 9] Yeah, better feel me man Ghetto turned me It's how we livin' military mind state Military mind state nigga (Sup man) [?] AP. 9 boy Was born this way, was born this way don't [?] The feds really care.. Yo [Verse 1: AP. 9] They say I'm associated with [?] shooters and lex lugers Benzes and Cadillac coupe's we livin' proof I ain't never been a party wrecker (Nah) The partys fucked when I stepped in with the thugs Off the drugs we all nuts, don't nobody fuck with us (Nah) You best trust, I lust for death and I demand my respect I suggest the cops give it up, or catch a hot one I'm plottin' on my safety and I can't let the feds tempt me Think they get me to the precinct, i figure they gon' hurt me That's why my attorney took a long journey they ghetto turned me To a militant, a military mind state Inner city city boy, the cemetery can't wait to have another body trapped up, off in his birdy mugs I'll die with a dirty gun, and I'll ride 'till the war is won The lord'll come, the good die young (Yeah) The bad live fast, the strong got a grasp and the weak won't last [Chorus: AP. 9] The ghetto turned me (Turned me) To a militant (To a militant) A military mind state remaining innocent (Innocent) Niggas get shot in the face for nothin', don't push my button (Button) I'm on another page, livin' up in these last days The ghetto turned me to a militant A military mind state remaining innocent Niggas get shot in the face for nothin', don't push my button I'm on another page, livin' up in these last days You might also like[Verse 2: AP. 9] Imagines this, Imagine gettin' shot in yo' head, imagine life Imagine gettin' got for yo' bread, imagine life without your knife Niggas get sliced in the face on ghetto Christ, givin' life To these young bucks from the projects to the bed bugs My led buck, hollow hot shots, I got my top And if a nigga try to plot then we chop chop up off the block 'Cause it's street wars (Street war) Something like C-4 (C-4) Blow the door up off yo range rove, I do my dirt in plain clothes My pain goes from here to my heart, my niggas ain't marks (Nah) We part b-dubs and stay to fuck up all the clubs It's a thug thang (Thug thang) Slug game (Slug game) We serve 'caine through the planes and through the trains we do the damn thing It's the bay mayn. the murderin' methods you gotta accept it My murderin' weapon is what I'm wreckin' nigga neglect it And you fucked (Fucked) Out of luck with three strikes It seems like my life ain't nothin' what it seems like [Chorus: AP. 9] The ghetto turned me into a militant A military mind state remaining innocent Niggas get shot in the face for nothin', don't push my button I'm on another page, livin' up in these last days The ghetto turned me to a militant A military mind state remaining innocent Niggas get shot in the face for nothin', don't push my button I'm on another page, livin' up in these last days [Verse 3: Yukmouth] Bitch! I'm the first nigga on the block from the first to the third With chopped up rocks to serve, bitch I just purchased the birds Yes sir! On the fuckin' block where the worst can occur The cops swerve on the curb and all the workers get searched And fuck the cops I kick rocks, I ain't about to get searched I'm dirty, what's under my shirt'll make ya drop in the dirt Yes sir! Mr. Officer I'm hittin' them gates Right after I spit in his face, for sittin' there get in my case So I pray like Shyne when he shot that bitch in the face Tryna hit the escape, Yukmouth that nigga you hate Yuk worse than the KKK but still I'm gettin' them cakes Every day I fuck with models your main bitch is a H Every day I fuck with gangsters you niggas is fake Every day at least twenty kilo's ship to ya state Every day the Y-U-K-M-O-U crucifix H Stack cash, sling big weight, the ghetto made me this way I'm turned out nigga |