The Ghetto Lyrics - Short Dog's In The House - Too $hort

Talking bout the ghetto funky funky ghetto 

Trying to survive, trying to stay alive 

The ghetto 

The ghetto 

(Talking bout the ghetto) 

The ghetto 

The ghetto 

(Funk funky ghetto) 

Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out 

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Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths 

Old school buddies not doing it right 

Every day it's the same 

And it's the same every night 

I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool 

If he played me close and tried to test my cool 

Every day I wonder just how I'll die 

Only thing I know is how to survive 

There's only one rule in the real world 

And that's to take care of you, only you and yours 

Keep dealing with the hard times day after day 

Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay 

Black man tried to break into my house again 

Thought he got off early doing time in the pen 

Even though my brothers do me just like that 

I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the 

The ghetto 

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The ghetto 

(Talking bout the ghetto) 

The ghetto 

The ghetto 

(Funk funky ghetto) 

So just peep the game and don't call it crap 

'Cause to me, life is one hard rap 

Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine 

She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed 

600 Million on a footbal team 

And her baby dies just like a dope fiend 

The story I tell is so incomplete 

Five kids in the house and no food to eat 

Don't look at me and don't ask me why 

Mama's next door getting high 

Even though she's got five mouths to feed 

She's rather spend her money on a h-i-t 

I always tell the truth about things like this 

I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list 

Instead of adding to the task force send some help 

Waiting on him I'd better help myself 

Housing authority and the O.P.D 

All these guns just to handle me in the 

The ghetto 

The ghetto 

(Talking bout the ghetto) 

The ghetto 

The ghetto 

(Funk funky ghetto) 

Even though they put us down and call us animals 

We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes 

Drive fancy cars, make love to stars 

Never really saying just who we are 

We use alias names like too $hort 

Sell you stuff you might kill for 

Young kids grow up and that's all they know 

Didn't teach him in school now he's slangin dope 

Only thing he knows is how to survive 

But will he kill another brother before he dies? 

In the ghetto, you keep one eye open 

All day long, just hoping and hoping 

You can pay your bills and not drink too much 

Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up 

Like me, but you don't see 

Ten years from now, where will you be? 

The ghetto 

The ghetto 

(Talking bout the ghetto) 

The ghetto 

The ghetto 

(Funk funky ghetto) 

So much game in a too $hort rap 

Blacks can't be white and whites can't be black 

Why you wanna act like someone else? 

All you gotta do is just be yourself 

We're all the same color underneath 

Short dog's in the house you'd better listen to me 

Never be ashamed of what you are 

Proud to be black stand tall at heart 

Even though some people give you no respect 

Be intelligent, when you put em in check 

Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way 

And when they throw you in jail you got nothing to say 

So if you don't listen it's not my fault 

I'll be getting paid while you'll be paying the cost 

Sitting in the jailhouse running your mouth 

While me and my peoples try to get out 

The ghetto 

The ghetto 

(Talking bout the ghetto) 

The ghetto 

The ghetto 

(Funk funky ghetto)