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  • Yo for truly we representing for the love of this (this is a love story)
  • Yeah This one is dedicated to all my niggaz in central New Jerusalem
  • All the brothers who picked up that ring after I put it down
  • And took Miss Ghetto to be their unlawfully wedded wives
  • Poor Righteous Teachers representing the nine
  • It's like that and you don't stop
  • She's like cocaine running around my brain
  • Miss Ghetto be like cocaine, running around your brain
  • I know some crack slingers, crack slingers and cracker shankers
  • They soldier-train us, teaching their kids to murder strangers
  • They live for danger, they express the "I a Nigga"
  • Miss Ghetto got 'em dreaming of loot and Swiss bankers
  • The finest weapons, packing tri-action Smith and Wessons
  • Unlike the 80's, ladies packing 680's(?)
  • The shit is crazy, but it's like the ghetto babies
  • They gotta eat, so the streets provide the gravy
  • I thought that maybe I could show them that other way G
  • of Gods and Earths, resurrected through mental birth
  • From death to life, teaching niggas of every type
  • The wrongs and rights, to put an end to living trife
  • The black man is God, the 12th jewel is thirteen
  • The pursuit of it can make savages out of kings
  • Cause blush, to live with these niggas is in a rush
  • In God they trust, so they sell crack to us
  • Lust for what whitey got and whitey has
  • Can see your ass on pursuit to get cash
  • To look thrash, to driving the latest jags
  • To rock rags made by Italian fags
  • See, I never meant to fall in love with this shit
  • But Miss Ghetto you's a slut so I'm divorcing you *****
  • Bust it
  • Chorus:
  • I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
  • First chance I get to bounce world life I'm bouncing (x2)
  • She's like cocaine running around my brain
  • (No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects) (x2)
  • Down in my gutter
  • Just like others there's teenage mothers
  • There's dying brothers, shooting out with one another
  • They wanted badly, for sisters to call them Daddy
  • To drive a Caddy, stories unheard by Dear Abby
  • They're dressing flashy
  • Can't be caught in fatigue khakis
  • They're rocking cool G(?), versace and cold boots G
  • These brothers do it for the love of the life
  • But I refuse to fall twice and take Miss Ghetto to wife
  • I used to sex her, bust my nut, get my cash real fast
  • But that was all that she produced, I felt my life wouldn't last
  • We used to go to New York, traffic guns of all sort
  • When killing became sport street life became short
  • I thought, "Are we junkies like these baseheads, Yo
  • They addicted to the crack while we addicted to dough"
  • For truly, I never meant to fall in love with this shit
  • But Miss Ghetto you's a slut so I'm divorcing you *****
  • Bust it
  • Chorus
  • See, there go some niggas that I used to roll with
  • Still on that crack and gun shit
  • Endless pursuit to rush shit, bust it
  • Miss Ghetto got 'em strung out on the putang cream
  • That does up Wu-Tang fiends
  • For slingin cocaine, dig it
  • We used to do the bumper crack for the sex
  • While making love to the checks, Miss Ghetto's steelo complex
  • Living trifling, no matter where my life went
  • Miss Ghetto, my new wife, went she made it more exciting
  • Fighting, shooting out, doing all types dirt
  • Being these, seeing G's putting in much work
  • Word, we used to keep a sisters underwear laced
  • With ganja and freebase and bo juice to parlay
  • Flip! Me and my niggas ran the strip pushing dips
  • Black cats and plastics, *****ing the minds of black kids
  • Till one day, I was confronted by this wise old chap
  • He said, "I know you sell crack, but what, you out to kill blacks?"
  • I wasn't trying to hear it, my excuse sorta weak
  • I said that we gotta eat, that's why we running these streets
  • Then he said, "Don't you know that whitey give you that coke,
  • that bullshit pursuit of plush that got you killing your folk?"
  • Life, I didn't understand that shit back then
  • But now I do so I refuse to roll with whitey again
  • Bust it
  • I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
  • First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing, niggas.
  • I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
  • First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing, niggas.
  • Chorus x2
  • See Gods, you like cocaine, *****ing with my brain
  • You like cocaine, running around my brain
  • For the love of this

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