Tru - The Ghetto Is A Trap lyrics

[silkk] Just the other day my brother got k**ed Its might be worse where you hang, but the projects where i live I see my partners on the corner cold serving the dope fiends I see no dreams, instead i see more fiends When im on the cutter off than one For every dollar i make the white folks make a hundred And i can understand why n***az sell cain Cause every n***a got it good as the next man And white folks know that there will always be dope Because they always have a kid that's starving and broke And now they wanna try to seize the crack and drug dealin' Know that there will only lead to more and more k**ing A n***a got a steal deal with the f**ing police I dipped in my alias and tell them they don't know me For some strange reason they still take me in Trying to get a n***a to do time in the pen On the motherf**ing murder weapon stanking identity (why is that?) Cause they ghetto is a motherf**ing trap [big ed/master p] Two marks got me out of the ghetto But the ghetto is where im from Welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap But the ghetto is where i grow [c-murder] n***a as you know im c-murder Kicking the funky sh** that you never even heard of Im talking 'bout the motherf**ing ghetto Where many punk b**hes get k**ed ho But i dont give a f** about that g Cause im rolling with a sick a** pops I met a kingpin said he want a ki I didn't know he was the motherf**ing police I said f** and kicked him in his knees And got away cross the street in some trees I started laughing saying, "damn, he done slacked up." Little did i know they 50 done had backup All i heard was freeze With three bullets to my back i feel to my knees I started screaming and crying Everythang getting black, yo im dying All i could remember Thought i always catch a bullet from a gang member The the ambulance came, paramedics asking me my motherf**ing name Damn i almost choked With six f**in' doctors sticking tubes down my throat But through all of that i made it Why i wanna i live man, i think im crazy Now im going to the pen, but i dont give a f** cause ill be out in 10 All that sh** cause im tired of eating scraps The ghetto is a trap [big ed/master p] Two marks got me out of the ghetto But the ghetto is where im from Welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap But the ghetto is where i grow [master p] Boom, boom, boom and im a gonner But im tripping on life cause 50 is right round the corner And mama say boy pray, better be glad it wasn't you that got blew away k**ed in the dope game, ill probably craft that on life In the motherf**ing dice game, cause in the game of life it has 1 rule Watch your a**, count your money, don't be a fool And don't f** with a broke b**h, cause if you f** with a broke b**h they get you in the f**ing ditch So you can play the roll of a dummy Think a b**h like you when a b**h really like your money Now that don't mean sh** n***a You better sleep with one eye open, and keep you finger on the f**ing Trigger, or go out like jack, jack died in the projects And jill got another f**ing n***a black Or you can go out like a clucker, and end up six feet deep motherf**er And listen to what i say cause in the ghetto somebody else gets blowed Away, cause that has no age, smoked out dope fiends on the Motherf**ing rage, so i refuse to be caught not strapped When i walk into the ghetto, knowing the ghetto is a trap.