i was raised a little young nigga doin' bad shit

Talk much shit, cause i never had shit

I can remember bein' whooped in class

And if i didn't pass momma would whoop my ass

Was it my fault poppa didn't plan it out?

Broke out left me to be the man of the house.

I couldn't take it, had to make a profit

Found a block, got a glock, and i cocked it

Makin g's was my mission

Movin enough of this shit to get my momma out the kitchen

And why must i sock a fella

Just to live large like rockafella

First you didn't give a fuck, but you learnin now

If you don't respect our town, then will burn you down

God dam, it's a mutherfuckin riot

Black people on a rage, police so don't try it

If your not from the town, then don't pass through

Cause some old g, fools might blast you

It ain't right but it's long overdue

We can't have peace, till the niggas get a piece too

I want's so you labeled me a criminal

And if i die, i wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.



I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto

I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto

I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto

I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto





Here on earth

Tell me whats a black life worth

A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts

And even when you take the shit

Move cowards get a lawyer, you can shake the shit

Ask rodney, natasha, and many more

It's been goin on for years, theres plenty more

When they ask me when will i violence cease?

When your troops stop shootin niggas down in the streets

Niggas had enough, time to make a difference

Bear witness own a whole business

But regard cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet

But we couldn't afford the shit, now everythings free

So we loot, please don't shot when ya see

I'm takin from them, cause for years they would take from me

Now the tables are turned around

You didn't listen until a nigga turned you down

Now bush can't stop the hit

I predict the shit, in 2pacalypse

And for once i was down with niggas

Felt good in the hood, being around the niggas

And the first time everybody let go

The streets is death row

I wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.





(chorus)





I see no changes, all i see is racist faces

Misplaced hate makes disgraced races

We under, i wonder what it takes to make this

One better place, let erase the wasted

Take the evil out the people they'll be actin right

Cause both black and white is smokin crack tonight

And the only time we deal is when we kill each other

It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

Although it seems evident

We ain't ready to have a black president huh

And ain't a secret don't conceal the fact

The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks

I wake up in the mornin, and ask myself

Is life worth livin ,should i blast myself

I'm tired of being poor and even worse, i'm black

My stomach hurts, so i'm lookin for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro

Pull a trigga, kill a nigga , he's a hero

Mo' nigga, mo' nigga, mo' niggas

Rather be a dead then a po' nigga

Let the lord judge the criminals, and if i die

I wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.





(chorus until it fades out)


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