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Stuck in the Ghetto Video (MV)




Performed By: Cartie Curt
Language: English
Length: 3:41
Written by: Curtis Cross




Cartie Curt - Stuck in the Ghetto Lyrics
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Stuck in the ghetto trying ya find a way out
Cant cope wit the pressure
Shit to hard ya figure out
Tryna keep cool
Searching Fa the answers
Used to hit the floor just to see if the lord a answer
The Concrete jungle
Trapped in the struggle
Nigga Never had a hustle
Searching for a plug
Just To finish off the puzzle
Ya dawg moving kane
Still trying find a lane
Dreaming of the day ya pain
Becomes champagne
Ya mood change like the weather
Shit you ready for whatever
Screwed face posing with ya guns in the mirror
When it's yo turn you'll be a motherf*ckin
Terror
I triple dawg dare a nigga try ta disrespect ya Or check ya
Boss in the making
Wolf in Sheep's clothing
Mantra to ya self
I can't wait till I'm balling
But you living flagrant
Sleeping in the basement
Ain't got a change clothes
An ya Running outta patient
At ya breaking point
So you bout to start taking
Money not ya bitch
All you think about is caking
Living off ramens
This nigga got some screws loose
Say he puttin dots on niggas heads like hindus
Heart cold like Russia
Don't trust a motherf*cka
Sleeping wit the heater
Titty bars tricking couple grand tipping
Playing Russian roulette in a game you never winning
From rags to riches
F*cking these bad bitches to being f*cked up
And dis by raggedy bitches
Stuck in the ghetto tryna find a way out
Can't cope wit the presser
Shit to hard to figure out
Had you run
You was working in a drought
Never in doubt
Thought you had the answers
Living so corrupt
Ya soul black like cancer
Nigga you reminiscing
On how u used to get it
Looking back at ya life
An wouldn't do shit different
Said you love the rush
An you not afraid of prison
Pops didn't raise ya
Mama couldnt save ya
Crack on the Table
Blow in wax paper
Being sold out the back door
Like now and laters
Never had kids
You said a brick was ya lady
Product of the 80s
Got the hood goin crazy
Bitch
My Guns off safety
If these shells hit ya nigga Make bastard his outta baby
Should a never played em
Corners brought the stretcher
Looking up to the sky you see
The reaper out ta get ya
10 Hail Marys
Hope the lord is still wit ya
Walking in the shadows death
An outta time
Got tunnel vision
Carties got you blind
Grandma say never
Give ya pearls to swine
Finesse ya whole family
Just to see is dollar signs
Posted in them streets
Day in an day out
Been so f*cked up
You want blow ya brains out
A lick away from jail
Ya destinations hell
Rehabilitated in
A system that fails
You say u bout to change
Nigga we can't tell
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Stuck in the ghetto trying ya find a way out
Cant cope wit the pressure
Shit to hard ya figure out
Tryna keep cool
Searching Fa the answers
Used to hit the floor just to see if the lord a answer
The Concrete jungle
Trapped in the struggle
Nigga Never had a hustle
Searching for a plug
Just To finish off the puzzle
Ya dawg moving kane
Still trying find a lane
Dreaming of the day ya pain
Becomes champagne
Ya mood change like the weather
Shit you ready for whatever
Screwed face posing with ya guns in the mirror
When it's yo turn you'll be a motherf*ckin
Terror
I triple dawg dare a nigga try ta disrespect ya Or check ya
Boss in the making
Wolf in Sheep's clothing
Mantra to ya self
I can't wait till I'm balling
But you living flagrant
Sleeping in the basement
Ain't got a change clothes
An ya Running outta patient
At ya breaking point
So you bout to start taking
Money not ya bitch
All you think about is caking
Living off ramens
This nigga got some screws loose
Say he puttin dots on niggas heads like hindus
Heart cold like Russia
Don't trust a motherf*cka
Sleeping wit the heater
Titty bars tricking couple grand tipping
Playing Russian roulette in a game you never winning
From rags to riches
F*cking these bad bitches to being f*cked up
And dis by raggedy bitches
Stuck in the ghetto tryna find a way out
Can't cope wit the presser
Shit to hard to figure out
Had you run
You was working in a drought
Never in doubt
Thought you had the answers
Living so corrupt
Ya soul black like cancer
Nigga you reminiscing
On how u used to get it
Looking back at ya life
An wouldn't do shit different
Said you love the rush
An you not afraid of prison
Pops didn't raise ya
Mama couldnt save ya
Crack on the Table
Blow in wax paper
Being sold out the back door
Like now and laters
Never had kids
You said a brick was ya lady
Product of the 80s
Got the hood goin crazy
Bitch
My Guns off safety
If these shells hit ya nigga Make bastard his outta baby
Should a never played em
Corners brought the stretcher
Looking up to the sky you see
The reaper out ta get ya
10 Hail Marys
Hope the lord is still wit ya
Walking in the shadows death
An outta time
Got tunnel vision
Carties got you blind
Grandma say never
Give ya pearls to swine
Finesse ya whole family
Just to see is dollar signs
Posted in them streets
Day in an day out
Been so f*cked up
You want blow ya brains out
A lick away from jail
Ya destinations hell
Rehabilitated in
A system that fails
You say u bout to change
Nigga we can't tell
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Writer: Curtis Cross
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