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Do Or Die

Lil' Ghetto Boy

 

Lil' Ghetto Boy

(album: Pimpin' Ain't Dead - 2003)


[Johnny P:]
Ohh yeaahhh
Whoaaa-ho-ohhhhhhh

[Hook: Johnny P]
I wonder what my life would be if I...
Had that paaaper (Ohhhhhh)
I'm just a ghetto boy
A little ghetto boy (Ohhhhh)

[Verse 1:]
[AK:]
They tell me it's like
The money, power; money and power
How can this world rotate without this money and power?
If I had money, I'd keep my peoples outta poverty
Cause ain't no more starving when y'all around me, (Shiiit)
This what it gotta be B, and every playa got paper
Shining like a superstar, with matching minks and gators
Keeping our family off this poor table
Cause ain't no food on it
And every crab up in this bucket gotta move on it
[Johhny P:]
I'm just a ghetto boy
[AK:]
Living in this ghetto world
Staying with' this ghetto chick
Hoping to have a ghetto girl
And after all, ain't no spaces for that
How can we live up in this world, when ain't no place for the blacks?
Cause every dollar got a dream behind it, we seem to be blinded
Malcom X, he had to dream to remind us
Believe me, having money can have this world fucked up
But it can't answer yo' prayers, when you get down on yo' luck

[Hook: Johnny P]
I wonder what my life would be if I...
Had that paaaper
I'm just a ghetto boy (Ohhh yes I am)
A little ghetto boy (Ohhh)

Now if I live on top of the world
Shining like, diamonds and pearls (Diamonds and pearls)
Still a ghetto boy (Yeaah)
A little ghetto boy (Mmm)

[Verse 2: Belo]
I done lived my life up in the, ghetto
Mama working hours
Tryina feed a, family
Daddy's in and out
Taking baths with' broken showers
Next-door neighbor gave us the vapors
Calling cops, cause we known to plot
Break in they home, on some bogus capers
But I never thought that it would affect me later
Until I seen the hustle, when niggas riding stretch Navigators
But, more now then later, I should come up
Cause I seen my homie on the block, slanging rocks
And then his spot get gunned up
I never visioned it'd be homicide
Because they told me he'll live
That's what they said when my homie Boosie died
Could all these millions bring my nigga back?
Could all these millions feed children?
Could all these millions make my spirit fat?
Would all my friends become my enemies?
When my family becomes astonished
Will my strengths becomes an enemy?
Is this "pretend to be? "
A vivid and magically?
A vivid and magically
I wonder, I wonder...

[Johhny P:]
I wonder, whoooooaa-ooohhh-oaahhhhh

[Hook: Johnny P]
I wonder what my life would be if I...
Had that paaaper (Had that paper)
I'm just a ghetto boy (Ohhh, ohhh)
A little ghetto boy (If I liiive)

Now if I live on top of the world (The world)
Shining like, diamonds and pearls (Diamonds and peaaarls, yeah)
Still a ghetto boy (Mmm)
A little ghetto boy

[Johnny P:]
Back in the days, when I was poor
I'm not poor anymore
But somedays
I said I wish that I was poor again

Back in the days, when I was poor
I'm not poor anymore (Da-da-da-da)
But somedays
I said I wish that I was poor again (Ohhh)

[Verse 3: N.A.R.D]
I remember when I stole deep
When it was cold outside
Selling packs and holding heat
Run up and I fold in the street
Penitentiary molding me
And the city get as cold as, thugs
I wonder will I come up? Get gunned up?
Turned up? Or anotha' sta-tistic
And my mama just going, ball-istic
Realistic-ally, don't wanna do the caper
But I gotta get the paper, niggas balling
Cause the county judge is calling
And the lawyer keep stalling
Why my niggas keep falling, victim
To the same old theory?
Another bad outcome, leaving mothers just out-done
Then it suddenly just sinked in
That my nigga just died last weekend, tears rolling
And I'm going off the deep end
But I gotta stay stong, for the mothers and the kids
Just standing there looking at the chalk line
In his hand was a cocked nine
Now should I walk a straight line?
Cause "Time After Time"
I just wanna rewind, and talk to you
At the grave site, gave it to 'em every day and night
But it's alright, and I really wanna talk to you
I really wanna talk to you (Just really wanna talk to you)
[Talking:]
Wassup junior, I've been waiting to say this for a long time
I love you nigga, and I miss you (Johnny P: Ohhh, ohhh yea, ohh-oh)

[Hook: Johnny P]
I wonder what my life would be if I... (Whoooaa)
Had that paaaper (Whooaa)
I'm just a ghetto boy (My life would be)
A little ghetto boy (If I liiive)

Now if I live on top of the world
Shining like, diamonds and pearls (Diamonds and peaaarls, yeah)
Still a ghetto boy (Mmm)
A little ghetto boy (Ohhh)

done

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