[Ike Man:]
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They got me runnin' through my ghetto (Ghetto...)
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[Hook: Singer (Ike Man in background)]
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Children
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Of the ghetto (They got me runnin' through my ghetto)
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Hold on
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[Verse 1: South Park Mexican]
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They got me
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Runnin' through my ghetto, in a cold sweat
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I just can't look back, sticks got your boy wet
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Checkin' alleys for my homies, race pass the bayou
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Why those five O's, kickin' down my doors
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Run up in a smoke house, it's dark as what
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But I spot 'em in the corners, when they lighters struck
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Glass pipes look like neon lights, but in the fire
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I'm like a child of the Lord, with a poisonous desire
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Die a "G, " tryin' to make
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Change, when I approach 'em
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Even though I got a great
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Range, I won't smoke 'em
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Reminiscin' on the happy times, we spent together
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Junior high, goin' half on dimes, and like a feather
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We was floatin' in the wind, fool, steady laughin'
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Til the day somebody killed you, and got me askin'
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 2:]
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They tryin' to silence the violence, and minus the menace
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But I'm in this, to win this, tryin' to break a Guinness
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Business as usual, it's unpredictable
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Critical changes deranges the typical
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I terrorize, paralyze your intentions
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Questions answered on the day of my redemptions
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The lynchin', Smif-N-Wessons
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Lessons to be taught
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On the block of rock, I mention
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Critical dimensions
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Yes, I rest with my heina
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In the shiny sun
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Got the blunt, I'm tryin' to find me one
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Life dream, thirteen be me number
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On tha right team, sur east as a youngster
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Live a G-role, actin' a hero, get ya below
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I'll be facin' Ito, but you got your life repo
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 3:]
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I got incredible
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Criminals in my subliminal, minimal
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Actions and tactics, can't stop my cynical
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Passion I'm blastin', trashin' the evidence
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Ever since birth, I'm ripped out of innocence
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Isn't this beautiful, the undisputible
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G fits me suitable, won't hesitate to shoot a fool
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Up in advance, catch a blast, can you dance
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Like a trick, shakin' ass, in the back of ambulance,
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In a trance of confusion, havin' illusions
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Of mental institutions, bein' my solution
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Who's in my nutty head, wantin' everybody dead
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Red rum feel the lead come through your bunk bed
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Then mom said I could reach the sky if I try
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So why, does she cry, when I'm high, tryin' to fly
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My soul is a lost one, I'm sleepwalkin'
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With a motherf*ckin' shotgun, I gotta pop one
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[Hook: Til Fade]
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